Eyes

I wake with the unsettling feeling of something that feels like it watch's my dreams.
this familiar feeling that draws me back in like a receding tide.
 
 a bitter sweet taste left in my mouth followed by flashes of pain and regret.
a sore that wont heal, a lie that must be told again and again.
 
I begin running down an endless corridor of memory's and lost hope searching for an answer that never comes. the shadows of my past tearing at my psyche with every step I take, stealing from me the very understanding I so desperately need.
 
I am trapped in a conflict of opposing wants and desires and yet I watch the conflict from afar never leading the charge but always feeling the loss. What the mind wants the heart doesn't.
 
why has life come to this unfavorable outcome, why must I spend my days living in memory hiding from a dream that has died a long time ago. why must I feel those eyes watching me.