The Haunting

Haunted by voices, the only child sees
shadows pass by. When he closes
his eyes, he can still see the demons
haunting him. Noise fills the still air.
Haunted by those who won’t leave,
he stays up all night. One night,
the only child hears his name being called.
Afraid and awake, he walks toward
the voice calling his name. He gets
close enough to see a ballpoint pen
lodged between a blank journal.
The only child picks up the pen, filling
up the blank pages. He writes, “I’m not
real” over and over. The voices stop,
and the shadows disappear. The only
child closes the journal, then the curtains
are thrown open. The shining light
illuminates his transparent face.
The light shines right through.
Surrounded by life, the only child sees
his future then jumps into the past. It felt
so real for him. He almost forgot, he was
a lurking shadow, once alive and well.
The only child visits the blank journal
now and again to encounter memories
once made, remembered, and forgot.

Life is but a Dream

Oddly enough, my dreams are too real

And I keep on seeing things only my mind knows.

The people I recognize and the emotions I feel

run off to a place where my memories go.

As my eyes close, I recount my day.

I think about what I could’ve changed

and I start to drift to a place far away:

to a familiar place that still feels strange.

Lost in a flood of overwhelming thoughts,

I fight a battle within my own head.

I kill off my demons to connect the dots

all before I get to leave my bed.