Trapped

It's been several years since you passed away
so how can it be that you are here.
Perhaps you are a figment of my imagination,
a hallucination or even a phantom.

Did you indeed perish 
or just desirous thinking? 
Has my mind wantonly provoked me 
to believe it genuine? 
 
Awakened by the echo of an uncertain scream 
as my nightmare surrounds the darkness, 
a menacing presence the terror is paralyzing; 
is this a dream or actuality? 
 
The panic is suffocating my ability to react; 
my impulse is eager to vanish from sight. 
Trapped in my nightmare without an escape, 
melted into the shadows of a forgotten moment. 
 
In my subconscious, why do you haunt? 
With each visit, I flourish sharper. 
You sliced the innocence from my soul, 
but I held firmly to my spirit; of that you could not steal.