Spiderweb of memories

Sometimes you
Become caught
In the spider webs
Of past memory.

You cannot
Find comfort,
No matter
Where you seek it.

You are suspended,
Vulnerable,
Locked in place
Until it passes.

You can recreate
A feeling,
A sound,
An image,

But your mind
holds you captive
Within
Your own history.

I find myself there
Tonight,
Caught between
Shadow and daylight,

Memory
and the present.
Lost.

There will be
No comfort tonight,
No escape
From the web,

Until eventually,
Exhaustion
Takes me,
And sleep
Sets me free.