i realize whats past is past,
yet i still inside my mind and body and heart-
i still am standing in that same burning building/
my hands are spread apart-
and he is holding me down and i-
i am crying and screaming
for him to just let me go-
that i cannot even breathe.
then i wake up still trapped inside my dream,
my nightmare, the past.
it holds me in fist of rock solid granite-
it pulls me down it won’t let me go.