Memory

There are moments when the memory is enough to bring back the pain. Delirious fragments of a world I created inside my head. It's all a dream until reality wakes me with a blow to the gut, I double over from the wreck and stumble through the shattered dreams gasping for air. I try to pick up the pieces as I make my way towards the light but there's no point anymore, the truth has dawned upon my imagination and all I'm left with is a feeling of regret.