Memories Appear, First Drops of Rain

Memories appear like the first drops of rain Who are you, this is driving me insane Faces familiar do not match with names Sit upright in bed, memories circling Leave me alone I need to sleep Laughter, no pity keep me awake instead Room starts to spin, feeling unwell Familiar voices without recognition Guide me away from all these premonitions Adventures start, impossible scenes Scenery not known, let me out of here Silence, as I once again sit up in bed The kind of silence that makes its own sounds I get out of bed and walk the room Feeling unwell from all this action My own voice makes me aware Aware of what, the question is asked Who asked the question, certainly not me Back in my bed it is now the witching hour Every move I make the scene re-runs I want to cry out my voice deserts me Throw of the bedclothes, need some air Something or someone touched me for sure Help, help, cries go unanswered That silence, once again so quiet static, erratic, am I dead? The spinning increases, my head ready to explode First rays of daylight enter my room Thank goodness, mornings, no gloom Coffee awaits, not too soon.