A Flashback

The action of today with the remembrance of yesterday,

brings even a good man down.

To know that all is made and bound,

by nothing more than I 'm around.

Sadness creeps outside what keeps,

a normal mind at ease.

To know that the depth and strength of past,

brings memories to thee.

Stops the ones who never run,

but they often wonder why?

The little girl with grown men see,

the nightmares and they believe.

No one saves you from below,

Death is singular, not a dream.

Reality bites, while watching horrors,

of things you cannot see.

To gag at years past,

is only one way through

even the roughest patch.

Close your eyes, reality bites.

Men of Illusion see me through,

crying, preying on all of you..

You better not really go,

to these places or this show.

Karen A. Placek

4/24/2011