Dreams, thoughts that rage

       A dream that rages through
my head. Colors, shapes, faces that burn
images in my mind.

       Was it all a memory? Could it
be a joke tempting me to remember when
never there? Who knows.

       Then next shot shocks me. Close
eyes tighter. Cringing shoulders. Wedging
soul further into mattress. No no my memories
scream. No longer do I want to stay asleep.

      Why were you on my mind today?
My day off. Must have been a concern
otherwise completely clueless as to why I
saw face under closed lids.

      Say a smile. Grin widely. Laugh
wholeheartedly.

      A cynical, snide remark enters
dream and reality jerks me awake.

      So irritated you were even in my
thoughts, my dreams.

      Oh please cease. I am tired of
seeing you there. Exit. Please just
be a memory. That I can handle.
All else trouble sprouts.

     Just need a hug to close
all behind. Can you do that for me?