Tormented

As I lie in bed,

My eyes are closed.

Memories that were once sealed,

In the deepest and darkest depths of my mind,

Resurface to haunt me.

Letting me have no peace,

So that I cannot drift off into the dreaming world.

These echoes of the past,

Find me in the present,

And speak of my ill future.

This torment ensures,

That I can never again sleep soundly.