The ache is real,

unspeakable at times,

only once do I recall,

I felt ok and able to deal

with mild scrutiny.

.

I wonder who the speaker is

today, when in a fast few,

the imagination is able

to slowly sway

toward oblivion.

.

I began to know

one afternoon,

when suddenly my emotions

poured freely without instance,

into this pool of words.

.

Again, in this hour I have fear,

undefined with little access

to optimism or honorable

merit.

Only the reality of time.

.

Suppose we all experience

some loss when

in a slow vacuum

our lives become exposed

to sombre inefficient news.

.

I wish the roller-coaster,

ever so present in my mind,

the conveyer draws me forward

without any allowance.

I wonder if it would be true.

.

Is this situational, or ever present,

how many years later,

do I recall the same anxiety,

menacing and ever present,

always a … reminder.

.

When in the forefront of memory,

remains those mindful idyllic dreams.