Gunsmoke

Crisp and burning soil,
eating at my skin.
Seeping into my wounds
and all of my friends.
Nothing like the taste of
home. While the rifle sang,
caught in the crossfire.
While the sun screamed,
and my flesh burned.
Memories whisk by:
of my mother, father,
my daughter, my home.
Letting my eyes close,
and falling asleep
one last time.

Jesse Pinkman

Rattling of chains echoed in my ears,
while the cold hard floor brings comfort.
Brisk wind moving the tarp above the
iron door ever so gently,
in fear of being noticed.
At certain moments, I lost track of time.
Dried blood on my face, excruciating
pain. The only signs I was alive…

The only feeling that I can feel.

Memories slip by like the soft waters,
little me walking around the house.
Climbing up the bench to the window,
looking out into the world of freedom.
Grass was green and the trees
waved so peacefully.
Sunlight brought life to everything
it touched. Then it all disappeared…

Pain ensued and the chains around me.

My mind didn’t wander into that place,
escaping reality. Trying to think of something
else. Pain holding its ground, as the cuffs and chains
dug into my skin.
I had no hope, but none were lost.
Maybe it was never there.
As I lay down on my back
and looked above…

Hoping the pain would all stop.

Outer Space

Floating around and around,
as free as you can be.
But what can you do?
What can you feel?
Free yet you are trapped
in this emptiness.
Not knowing what to do next,
or the meaning of life.
As you float closer and closer
to the black hole, you realize
something in your mind...

I have built this endless void myself,
forever lost in hopelessness and sorrow.

Interrogation

The man sat in the room crying,

on the other side, eyes peered at the window.

While the man in the room thought:

a never-ending story coming to an end

On the other side, eyes peered at the window,

he thought of the people he lost and took.

A never-ending story coming to an end.

His eyes closed and saw the abyss.

He thought of the people he lost and took.

Before they smiled and then cried,

their eyes closed and saw the abyss.

Their voices were swallowed into a black hole.

Before they smiled and then cried,

Lives got swept up into the wind.

Their voices were swallowed into a black hole,

lost somewhere in the unknown ground.

He looked at the blank window, thinking.

The eyes are everywhere looking at him,

Knowing what he has done. His mind crumbles and fades.

While the man in the room thought.

Never sleep with these thoughts
as they can hurt,
hurt you like you can't image.
Yet you do so everyday.
Where do you go to rest?
When sleep is for nightmares
and the waking hour is for them to
come alive?

Helpless

The pills cover it all

But all blankets wear down

They fray and stray away from their form

Turn to dust

I am screaming

Cracks and crevices the black smoke

seeps through

Twisting everything in sight

My lungs filled with rocks

I am screaming

A tiny hole is all it takes

For everything to fall down

To feel the smoke burn like acid

It peals my brain and tears

They can't hear me

The pills cover it all

Till they bring me down with them

Till I turn blind and

my blood stops moving

They never heard me

1942

Lampshade decorated with paper flowers

Though as he woke it caught in flames

Moths spluttered away from an impact

He spoke in his mind 'it was ours'

A loud blaring voice claims 'we let them to safety'

As the buildings fall to pieces

As the fire climbs rapidly up the towers

The Tiger crushed all that was left

Words Unheard

Roses are here and there

None of the waters are left bare

The waters glowed with color

Creatures of nature all in tricolor

Looking into what others would see algae and moss

A glass like hand floated across

Showing the prized object of a shell

The unique petals of flowers as well

There I heard a voice who sounded of chimes

Bells and angels I would hear during bedtimes

Soft-toned secrets that opened my eyes

I kept the unseen prize

Like a key that opened my heart

Through my new eyes I saw a new fresh start

War's Lullaby

 Dirt and debris, my eyes stung
No sense of direction, but safe and sound
Bare soil and bare trees surround me, but I am at home

Sound of the wind whistle spoke to me
The only thing I heard with my one ear
I lied my hands down onto earth

And I went home as I fell into slumber

Disoriented

The clouds covered the skies, no light shining through

As if it was suffocating it out of anger and remorse

But it felt calming and safe, unlike letting unhappiness run its course

Rain too smelled of earth and the thunder roared

It felt warm as the rain fell onto my skin

Although whilst the winter grass withered thin

As my mind drifted off, the brighter view of a crowd distraught me

As if I was still alive like the others, walking freely on the ground

With the soul to walk around with, and able to breathe all-around

I was only misplaced like a horse running along the ocean, with the full moon during the day

Remembering the feeling of my brittle bones crumbled, and my muscles numb

On the ground I felt nothing, unable to wake from an open-eyed dream by moving a thumb

It was then I knew as I saw the wolf in flames and the sound of a trumpet

What I thought was all flowers and the crowd singing

Instead it was of crumbled flowers and people screaming

I spoke nothing of what I saw, as I knew

Knowing it would require a great deal of courage and hope

So I sat here unmoving, as dark clouds stained the sky with no light provided to cope