THE GREAT ERNEST HEMINGWAY

THE DREAM

A writer filled words, words emptied from the day's journey.
My mind a crater impacted by the years of confusion my walls slowly giving way to the turmoil that rattles my nerves to the core. My beams cracking from the weight of life my base begins to give way to the common cause the easy exit. Fingers slipping underneath the door tapping for me to come out and live Unable to let go of the fear the fire rages through my veins. Pencil shavings littered across my floor, like a fresh coat of snow there edges shakes with the spirit of a new beginning. A lonely poet screams to be heard only to snuffed out by the hands of judgment. My brain rattled with iron rain I fall to my knees with my hands raised to heaven my palm searches for the answers lost in that baron landscape. Many stars have shed buckets of moonbeams across my chest as my lips quiver for the perfect words to explain the aching head. Frames per second my poisoned tip struggles to regain momentum. Years of questions buried deep in the ground I spent my youth digging for the truth. Lost love repeated heart aches have opened my mind to the stars. A great man I am, they succeeded to kill my inspirations unwilling to listen to the wishing well they flowed electric currents through my veins. Unable to see the landscape forming inside my head they continued to bulldoze my words. They tried, they prodded wanting to fit the meanings with the explanations they succeeded to turn me into a legend a man of many faces I crawled into your windows, a man of many shapes I walked through your streets. Always changing my spirit flows through your halls a myth my voice has echoed across the ages of time with each coming night my flames grows from your campfire as you spread my tales not knowing the truth my name grows into a mighty storm. Miles and miles away you hear me never able to harness the wild that was me my ghost runs through your back passing into your chest you scream for me only to be left with the wind that caresses your hair.