Sudden Awakening.

I rouse from a dream
Breathing fast
Heart racing
Suddenly,
Abruptly,
Startlingly,
Wide, wide, awake.
As I have ever been.

The shadows of visions
Tumble across my thoughts
Dissolving as one mind flees,
And another clings
To fragments
Of chimeric memory.

Am I fearful?
Or am I excited?

It troubles me,
A memory,
Of a thought,
Vibrant and  vivid,
Now void of substance.

Lost
Forgotten.

Yet still nagging
To be recalled.

And tears well, In my eyes,
As my heart settles,
My breathing slows.

Do I now sleep?
Will I recapture,
A fairy tale?

Or do I now wake,
to escape

Nightmares?

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