Dead Again

I went to sleep to quiet down the memory of you

Never do I remember my dreams before this

My clone in the dream brings you back

You’re alive!

I feel you’re stiff arms around my crying soul once again

Not dead, but alive is you’re love

Then, a red line crosses the glass box

You’re eyes turn still, as you fall back

My eyes fire red, please don’t go!              

You fall back, and this is where I wake

The story ends 9 years later, and I’m still left longing in tears...   

Feeling Puzzled

As a child, I was always taught to put the puzzle together by building the outside wall first

Then, the pieces would neatly fit inside the middle of the picture

The goal was just to find were all the pieces fit

But, as I get older, my internal puzzle within the perfectly built frame I create, finds pieces missing

Now, I’m left feeling angry at those who taught me how to build the phony structured foundation

And I’m still left with missing pieces Inside, and my puzzle is still not finished