Is this my undoing

Is this my undoing

Does the haunting

Of dreams that promise

So much

Spill into waking

Am I spat out

Into daylight

Still possessed

Am I not to be freed

Will there be no waiting

Preparation for living

Is endless

With no demarcation

Will there be peace

In my heart

When reconciliation

Seems ready to begin

Only to be withdrawn

As the fear of

New dawns

Declares itself

A true companion

Hiding in a smile

Truth is inter-changeable

Facts a hindrance

From one day

To the next

There is no redeeming

The past

It is baggage

But not lost property

It is a drain

On resources

Held in storage

Waiting to be claimed

It will eat its way

Through the packaging

Tumble out

Into the light

Holding it back

Will render me powerless

To improvise

As sorrows slip

Through the holes

In my fingers

Perhaps this is the dream

The hell of it

Is the uncertainty

There is no clearing

Or final demand

But there is a cost

To this life

And payment is due.