Lost River

Phantasms fill the spaces
Of my dreams a haunted place
Chatter chatter clatter breaking
Shattering the cold chains
Undamming memories of childhood
Lost, torrents of pain lay bare my banks
Of deep rooted trees
and tossed my sanctuary asunder
Dragging me under  
Until
I sputtered and gagged on thick muddy memories
Until
I could not
find a dry place on my pillow
Until
I moaned a lullaby
A dirge so cheerful I wept no longer
behind the heavy red curtains of my
Private place,
Lest
I
Wake
My
Wife.

AD