Love is Torture

These Transient Nightmares

Why do these transient nightmares come without meaning?
      I could guess their affect.
      I would be correct to recognise its instigation,
and these moments,
      that cruelly make my vision sore,
substantially come when I'm alone at the end
      of day
      of distraction.

I burden myself with too much self attention,
      and yet I am oblivious to what could be self affliction,
           and cannot cure or find any form of redemption.
Perhaps the sickness I obtain surfaced,
      subconsciously forcing a recognition.

Could be, if not, spent to heal
this time spent to consider
unless, if not, that act of healing
is to consider
unless, if not, to consider
is the cause of this distress.
Why do these transient nightmares
prolong and progress?