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Have you any idea what you do to me? Have you any idea what you’ve done to my mind? I’m stranded in a world of empty promises, touch-less embraces, and moments that never happen replaying like a broken record in my dreams. Knowing your there, somewhere, sitting in your office chair waiting to rendezvous with me in a world of nonexistence. a world of no resistance. Where there’s nothing standing between us, curbing our words, holding back feelings, or thoughts of feeling absurd.



Have you any idea what you’ve done to me? Have you any idea what you are becoming? My God…you have proven light in caves that seem to encase only darkness. You have become the voice deep within the mountain beckoning to me. I hither to your calling nightly, though be it slow, unaware of the reasons for which I do so.

I have surrendered to your wishes and given pleasures to your mind. You have stroked my barriers, befriended my boundaries, now taking your place as the hand feeding my emotions. You are controlling my intentions and persuading my receptions to heed your every command. Provoking my energies at will. My mind is bound to yours by an invisible strand. Your words are as addictive as a pill.



You have become a phantom. A looming burst of air hovering over my body in the night. Your formless hands caress my consciousness causing my very being to quiver with desire. Forcing the urge I slowly become yours, turning my head and inviting your bite.

Have you any idea what you’ve become?

Have you any idea what you are?

“You are mine”

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”

echoes in my mind

tucked away in a blanket of grass

leaving me behind





now

six feet under he lay

I watch the blood red sky above

no sunshine today





his dreamy eyes

his loving smile

puncture the heart like that of a cactus prick

traveling the highway of memories alone, yet another mile.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Are dreams that never end

Fantasies we reach for just around the bend

Unattainable tales in our minds we’ll ne’er grasp within our hands

Yet we watch the reel turn about in our heads

Dream on…night after night in bed

In our own self-loathing we wallow

Life will be better tomorrow

Tell ourselves that like a broken record

Black and white checkered

Repetitious pattern

Wake up…or don’t, what’s it matter?

Why do you read me?

Do I seem insane?

Do you really like my words,

or just interested in my pain?



Do I remind you of you?

Or someone you know ...

Is my life amusing

Now that it’s on show?



I’ll tell all

just to make it go away

As if I have something important to say.



And here you are

Reading my words,

Feeling some sort of sympathy

Or along those chords



Maybe you wonder

what is wrong with this author,

She reeks of depression

how can one be so somber?



Perhaps she is good

with words that are distraught

Yet, you’re still reading!

Then again maybe not.

Like a river polluted with murky refuse, my words impatiently flow to the untainted ocean unknown.

With open arms she welcomes the expected unexpected.

Like acid my tears fall, burning holes deeper to encase the emotion of which they hold. Trembling like a quivering leaf in the wind I repress the visions and pain still beating down the walls within me.

Caged inside the cell within my mind, I panic while looking for ways to forget the unspoken.

Rage rumbles through my soul devouring all that is I.

Still, the ocean roars with its thunderous waves inviting my infestations to be freed. Allowing her cycle to filtrate my unconscious we, together, wait till our next encounter.

Confused yet, cognizant I watch as movies play in my mind, only to be interrupted as day breaks.

Fear and terror engulf my inner self, allowing consternation to take over my intellect.

Slowly, the rushing current flows at a softer pace permitting a safer passage to the other side; that of a new chapter in my life which tells a new story.