Angst-iety

Falling, running, what is this maze?

That haunts me even on the best of days,

It's dark but familiar, so is it true?

Or a result of the victim's brew,

At some point, I see a face,

One of resemblance but without a trace,

So shifty I thought that I should run,

While haunting thoughts within me burn,

I hear a laugh I recognize,

Enveloped in fear, I agonize,

Suddenly a bright light appears,

And reality once again volunteers,

To bring me back to my one bother,

Wondering the purpose as a co-author,

When will the meaning intervene?

Is it something more unforeseen?

I hope for a brighter day again,

To free me of such aching pain.