Dark Nights and Fanged Teeth

It comes in the night
The past with its fanged teeth
It comes in my dreams
Not the same as I saw them
But in different contexts
Myriads of people and forms
Collage of this and that
Little from here
And a little from there

It comes in my dreams
The past with its fanged teeth
The ten year old boy with a smile
He tells me those buried secrets
They tumble out and lay there
Thumping their feet down
Demanding to look at them

Turning the face, I go back
Closing my eyes, I run
I can escape, I tell myself
But they lay behind me
Taking monstrous shapes
Chasing me till the end

I know I have to face them
Not today, but a day will come
A day from a distant horizon
With its scent of hope
And colour of rage in its periphery
Painted with streaks of love
It would be the day of closure
And a beautiful beginning of new life
Till then, I run

(This is my first attempt to write a poem. Christina, my dearest Akka (Hannah), Sridevi and Aniruddh are the ones who inspired me to pen down some of my thoughts as a poem. And to all of you, pardon me if it is sloppy or reads immature. You know I am bad at poems :))