WAIT
Or did I dream the
whole thing?
-David
Lehman
Was this really flying?
Towards a
sky that held no wonder
for
those who are blind to the ground below?
Is it true?
That there is a wondrous world beyond
fluffy condensation
filled clouds, that no man has seen before?
There
is
it’s glorious!
The light from the sun is everlastingly warm just as
the Fire burns the oldest oak,
When your hearts been fragmented by the one you thought you loved
scars
heal.
The clouds are just as conceived almost like cotton candy in
texture
or like the Sherpa
throw that laid over the couch at your pa-pa’s place.
There are others here!
Not once does the sting of loneliness that is unendingly taking
over your life
Just as the plague carved a black ring in soft
skin sentimental and stained the lives of many with gore and terrors;
This is almost too good to be real
I don’t want to leave,
Who is that? Who is calling so casually?
Is that my
name?
No
one knows my name here
This isn’t right
The feeling of falling is that sinking feeling at the bottom of
your stomach
that makes it jump
up into your throat
choking
you with frog lips and eyes,
Wait,
This wasn’t falling
This was pulling
this is…
this wasn’t what I wanted!
I
don’t want to go back…
Let me go!
What are you doing? Leave me alone the darkness is something to be
avoided
The tentacles of
someone else’s reality grip onto broken wings,9
A thief stripping you of what little
you have leaving you buck naked on the
side
of the road with no control over who sees you
Limbs are heavy from the fall and pain spreads throughout the body
A New Light,
Bright and synthetic
[So
dissimilar to the warmth that swathed around that broken body]
but
blinding all the same
no comfort at all
I’d take
blindness over this clammy feeling in my palms,
why is it wet?
Who are you?
Who are you to thank God?
He has nothing to do with this horrible feeling
He was not the one
pulling me to Hell,
It is your fault!
Why take me from that place?
There was not a second that was wasted
Not a single moment
of pain
Relief was
rampant through the gold lined gates
I am so tired.
They said I had been sleeping, they said.
I spoke nothing of the warmth and happiness
My lips were seared
shut I was able to feel
for the first time
The anger I was feeling at the loss of such a dream
Was simmering in the
cauldron of witch’s brew,
The hands
that pulled the happiness from my bones
Don’t
understand,
I was free
Not one being seemed to see that the pain that was gone has
returned
Not one understood that this reality was their dream
The ripped it from
my hands
as
emotions have been ripped from their souls,
It wasn’t real.
Let me know which version you prefer!
Best
Regan
