THE LONE ECHO

THE STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I  hear children’s voices

as they dash to their classes.

I hear their shouts

as they run to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces

but only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase,

the lone echo of my childhood.

NIGHTMARE

dumfidel:

When you close your eyes to sleep,
what do you see?
Do vivid scenes from your childhood
come to haunt you?
Are you ever lost in a never-ending
scene with maybe a clown or two?
Clowns that creep toward you with
balloons, red noses, and big feet.
They crowd around you, leering
in your face.
Welcome to my nightmare.

CAROUSEL OF MY DREAMS

A MERRY-GO-ROUND IN MY DREAMS
Is it real?
Or is it part of my dream?
It goes round, and round, and round.
It feels like a dream.

CHILDHOOD DREAMS

THIS IS SO TRUE
THAT IT IS CREEPY.
I TOLD MYSELF THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE
IN A HOUSE IN THE SUBURBS WITH
A WHITE PICKET FENCE.
GUESS WHERE I LIVE?