What Am I Saying

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We were on vacation in New York.  Walking the busy streets seeing all the sites.  And when we turned the corner we saw the biggest edifice.  It stood as tall and looming as his ego.  My friend turned to me and smiled, “It is his place.  I never thought I would see it.”

“I can’t believe I am here either,” I said.  “What a great leader he was.  He took us through so much and we came out better for it.  And now his daughter is at the helm.”

***

My alarm went off and I woke from the nightmare.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – edifice

Medicinal Ink (FOWC)

The sun sets and darkness spreads
Creeping into the corners of my mind
Loneliness begins to seep into my thoughts
As the pain of the day settles in my bones
My demons begin to awaken
It’s an all too often occurrence
As the waking nightmare is real
Nowhere to escape the agony
That fills my being
Both body and soul
I am alone and hurting
The only thing that gives me some release
Is putting pen to paper
Slowly scratching out the aching
With words of healing and happiness
Beginning the therapeutic recovery
If only for a moment or two of peace
It is restorative enough
That I can escape into brief sleep
Long enough to greet the sunrise of a new day

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – nightmare

The Lies Return (FOWC)

In the dead of night
The darkness falls
Sending the masses home
Leaving a stark barren street
Echos of a distant train
Split the silence
A cat is on a silent prowl
Looking for food
And as you sleep
Dreams floating through
The madness comes to call
Sending you into nightmares
Where fate takes control
And you must meet
Your demons face to face
For the lies you told
Will always come after you
Sooner or later

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stark

Dreams Blur Into Nightmares

My dreams begin to blur

With every drink you take

I have been here before

And it was ugly then

I don’t want to relieve that nightmare

I don’t want to see someone else

Waste away to nothing

Ravaged from the disease

I don’t want to live my nights in fear

Or what might be with every new bottle

I know you are not him

I know this could be different

But to me it is terrifyingly familiar