Day Dreams in The Night

Rubble lay before my feet, I looked up to the moon.
My world had been destroyed by one, It ended all to soon.
Wild images churn in this head, panic upon my lips;
I look behind I look ahead, Trying to remember the trip.
Wounds of crimson glint so bright in the darkness of this night.
Which way to run, I cannot hide, for I fear, its me, deep inside.
Blackness blankets the other side, the side from which I run;
The one that turned this fortress to rubble, is one that blocks the sun
Gathering strength I gasp irony in, a smirk upon my lips.
Just another one of those nasty head trips.
I blink, I sigh, I look around remembering this place.
I go back go back to typing out this poem, remembering your face.