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Shanna Howse Jul 2010
I wish not to sleep.
Because when I do,
I’m trapped in my dreams.

The haunting images,
The terrifying sounds,
I can never escape.

I call out for help.
But no one responds;
There’s no one around.

The darkness engulfs me.
The shadows swallow me,
I’m never to surface.

And it’s only then,
That there is a light,
And I see your face.

Reach out and grasp my hand,
I beg of your embrace,
My hero, my saviour.

Your grasp slips from mine.
The darkness returns,
Your light fades away.

It’s then that I awake,
Screaming in a cold sweat,
Struggling to catch my breath.

I then remember.
I’m here on my own,
And you’ve disappeared.

When that time comes around,
You walk into my life,
The nightmares will cease.
© July 15, 2010. Shanna Howse.
Shanna Howse Jul 2010
Her
Under her spell,
You have changed for good,
Like I always knew you would.
So here I am, wishing you farewell.

Goodbye the person you once were.
You were a person of your own,
Unique, the man I’ve always known.
And it’s all changed because of her.

Goodbye my very good friend,
The one I knew the best,
The one I once possessed.
At least now you won’t need to pretend.

What happened to what you said?
The story you always stood by?
The story you now deny?
Hope that it haunts your head.

It was her all along,
Was it not?
I never had the thought,
The idea seemed too wrong.

She was the right one I guess,
You and her went along too well,
And on those nights we would yell,
You went to her to confess.

So please answer me this,
What made you decide to finally leave?
For all these late nights I grieve,
For you I’ll always miss.

But I hope everything turns out,
And I hope you have fun with her,
And our memories I’ll inter,
Because you I can go without.
© July 16, 2010. Shanna Howse.
Shanna Howse Jul 2010
The old man living in the motel
No one knows his name
Not a clue to his shame
Or the story he has to tell.

Hair as white as the clouds in the sky
Small and fragile with a hunch
Lives alone, makes his own lunch
Day after day, he asks himself why.

Suffers from severe depression
His wife left for another man
She never seemed to give a ****
Where she is now is out of the question.

Stole his kids, broke his heart
Makes him cry every night
Struggles with his thoughts at night
Lets it go with his pieces of art

Takes a routine every morning and draws
Finishes them, hangs them on the walls
These masterpieces fill the halls
Every one of them has no flaws

Isolation is normal to this man
Makes no contact with others
Even ignored by his own two brothers
But it ended as quickly as it began.

Days at a time he goes without meals,
Slowly he gets more thin and weak
Grisly, he grows a skeletal physique
His appearance portrays how he feels.

For many years this is how he’s lived
No one is around to tend to him
Many avoid his appearance grim
Nearing the end of his life contrived.

Sitting on the sill is a bottle of pills
Which he thinks about every night,
Each day by he thinks he might
But his fear of the end gives him chills.

With pills in hand he starts to pray
He looks around his room and sighs
He closes his eyes, ready for his demise
Too cowardly, he throws them away.

Let nature run its course
It’s what he wants to do
After all he goes through
He goes to sleep full of remorse.

He cannot deny he misses his ex-wife,
He was her high school sweetheart
But after twenty years they fell apart
She was the biggest mistake in his life.

He dreamt of his family at last
Pictured his little girl’s smiling face
The girl that he’d once again embrace
That was the night the old man passed.
© July 17, 2010. Shanna Howse.
Shanna Howse Jul 2010
Call me baby,
Take me away,
Someday maybe
We can be alone.

Sing me a song,
Play your guitar,
Stay up all night,
Underneath the stars.

Head on your chest,
Dancing up close,
I feel my best
When I’m with you, babe.

And you were, boy,
My only dream,
Now to enjoy;
You’re mine forever.

You’re in my heart;
I love you so,
Never to part;
Never let this go.

Here together,
The sweet silence
Filled with romance,
We’ll lay, watch those stars.
© July 21, 2010. Shanna Howse.

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