Dreams, interruptedA Poem by notsleepyyet
I know although
I’m only downtown, It’s like I’m worlds away. Words away. Hard to comprehend What I’m truly feeling, Feeling truly, When sometimes all I feel is empty, When expression is just Out of reach And I’m falling, Falling through the trees… …out of reach… My son My wife I just want to be at home In bed Wrapped in the warmth of my wife’s love. She is starting to get more Control of her facial muscles Again. I’m so happy for her, I Hate to see her suffer. …and my dreams… I want more, Leaving less, Faltering, Failing, Flailing, Listening To the madness Of the widows at the windows Of the shore At the beach house, The beach home that I’ve never known On the shores of forgotten dreams And the echoes of the voices Of forgotten souls. When you drive through Galveston, You can feel the dead watching you. When you walk through downtown, You can feel their eyes and glares, “What are you doing here?” Their whispers promulgate. When you pass decrepit houses In Houston city limits, You feel the warnings from the dead To “Leave, Stay away!” And in my head, still late at night, My dreams persist with them… Haunted endless bathrooms, Plain white tile walls. Haunted endless journeys Down movie theater halls. They long to be with us, To love and live again. But some just want to harm us, For us to switch with them. My dreams persist in beauty and apocalypse. Fireballs from the sky, While we float on rotting doors, On the surface, On the surface of the Ageless deserted ocean. Pink and blue sky, Purple and green. Reflections from the water, A color-filled ending To the story of the world. The world Brings me back to earth, Brings me back to youth, Brings me back To you. Through all my crazy dreams and thoughts, Somehow, I always Make it Back Home To you. I miss my wife and son. Although I’m only downtown, It’s like I’m worlds away. © 2014 notsleepyyet |
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