Dreams, interrupted

Dreams, interrupted

A 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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Wow, that is amazing. I love it I felt like I was with him walking around in a dream, with dead souls creeping around. the way you describe things with great detail. I'm amazed by it! I love it very much!

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Added on February 2, 2014
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Tags: love, poem, dreams, haunted, poetry, poet, marriage, work, child, baby, son, children, ghost, Houston, Texas, tx, Galveston, beach, apocalypse

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notsleepyyet
notsleepyyet

Houston, TX