The Day is dawning,

The Night is leaving,

Yet the memories haunt me still.

The monsters under the bed,

Reaching out,

Trying to grab me.

Can you make them go away?

They call to me,

And they plead with me,

And when they don't get their way,

They get angry and mad,

And they start to scream.

Oh, the screams they resound in my ears,

And the sight of them,

Is what I see when I close my eyes.

Help me, please!

Can you make them go away?

My favorite meal starts with a pack of lean beef made into beef patties.

Put into the oven until done, then smothered with gravy and thick onions.

A bowl of mashed potatoes with some of the skins left on and mashed as well,

then lightly buttered and a spoon full of gravy as well.

Stringbean cassarole made with cream of chicken soup baked until slightly brown.

Parkerhouse rolls lightly buttered, and a nice glass of red wine and a glass of water.

For dessert a deep dish apple pie with a scoop of rum raisin ice cream.

Walk a road filled with pitfalls,

the kind that stop you from going anywhere,

the kind that keep you falling,

and the energy is gone to continue.

A lonely road

where no one offers a hand,

no one willing to help.

no one caring of your pain.

A destined road,

one that leads to home,

but even home,

shuts its doors to you.

Nowhere to go,

no one to ask for help,

no place where you can belong;

that is the worst feeling in the world.

A wise man once said, Pull yourself up by your bootstraps...

...Unless you're wearing flip-flops, because then you're stuck.

#wisdom

at rest to sit,

free of this...

the vapid hiss

escaping

from a wrongly 

plugged youthfulness

a baseless promise

coupled to

a vessel full

of doubt and

emptiness...

lost before, and now

and not just once

...more...

deflated from

hope and concept

flat upon the floor

this nagging doubt

of knowing not what 

life and purpose

is all about...

the oppressive

clout needing  

to have it thus

figured out

to assist...

to resist...

at rest to sit.

#TheWorstFeeling #Challenge

you aren't gone yet,

but you're going away.

and when you leave, you'll leave a trail of stars

dotting the galaxy,

screaming "I was here"

in case I ever forget you.

I'll follow your stars,

but they'll lead me back to where we're standing now.

your voice will drift in from the heavens, your

it's alright it's alright again and again

like some eternal answering machine.

that's the worst feeling.

at first it'll burn my tongue

and then its fire will travel down my throat,

and I'll wonder how it once felt to breathe

and know that you were breathing also.

then, you will feel galaxies away

and the fire inside of me will become coal in my stomach

and settle there.

the truth will feel like a thousand dead stars

that still burn in the sky because I am light years away

and from here you still burn brightly

because

you are still alive.

but you tell me you are going

and that you've packed up your bags

so I guess the worst feeling is that

sometimes it's as if you've really left

and if I stare at you too hard you disappear.

you aren't gone yet,

and thank god for that.

you've got one foot in the next life

and I'm holding onto the part of you that's still here,

that's still holding on,

that doesn't really want to let go.

so

it doesn't hurt as much

now.

Numbness

of the driving rain,

missing you

in rivulets of pain.

Ice blue spikes

shattering my heart.

Pounding

on my somber soul

reminding me of you

in streams

of sodden memories

Drowning

for all the wrong reasons

but at least

I can still sense

Palpation

of the raindrops

hoping one day

to quench

my thirst

with the soothing balm

of liquid sunshine.