The Nightmares When You're Awake

You can just feel it.
The seed in the ground
Sprouting into a stock,
That's when it strikes.
The memories, the flashbacks,
The nightmares when you're awake.
Taking over every sense
You taste it, you smell that sickening day
Feel every touch, hear every cry.
The new plant slowly blossoms
Turning into something "beautiful".
Petals ripe so slowly,
Deceiving you, luring you in.
The pollen pollution crowds your vision
As it grows, you suffer.
The essence of past fogs your eyes:
You cannot see reality.
So strong, it's convincing your there.
The flower has reeled you in.
There, you will be captive
Until the flower dies...
If it dies...

~For people who are like "wt..." the whole poem is suppose to be a contrast or ironic, since flowers are beautiful and flashbacks (as most of you will already know) are horrible and just really bad~