Sunday, 29 January 2023

Nightmare town

 


Here in this dream,

these same city streets

I've walked for so long

but now nothing seems right,

like a jigsaw puzzle

with the pieces cut wrong.

 

I run down old walkways,

the floor beneath my feet

feels the same,

cobbled and awkward to navigate

like it was created out of concrete

mixed with pure molten hate.

Still feel the pain in every foot fall.

Feel it shoot

from the balls of my blistered feet

into my spine,

a knife being pulled, drawn

along every nerve like nails down a chalkboard,

then a tonne of salt being poured

to preserve the pain.

Every last tear of hope

now stains

the ground beneath worn shoes

but now those streets

don't lead where they used to

and the street signs

offer up no clues.

 

Toward the centre

and all of a sudden

I'm lost.

All the familiar places

replaced In the dead of night

Where is the Costa?

The Starbucks.

What the fuck?

Nothing is where it was.

The pub where

so many plans were made,

now just an empty facade 

and a dead-end road.

Even the place

I shared my first kiss,

now only exists

in the minds deepening mists.

 

This place used to make sense,

now I can't get my bearings.

My feet are heading one way

but my head is thinking different,

like tangled up spaghetti,

I can't get where I need to be.

Streetlights are blinding

and my muscles are feeling sleepy.

The streets keep feeding me,

leading me

back to the beast.

Back to the start

where the demons

want to feast.

 

It's all too confusing,

the paths are all oozing,

morphing around.

Swirling like a furious sea.

One minute I can see

my destination in front of me.

The next it's behind me, how can that be?

Everything seems to be disjointed.

there is nothing where the street sign is pointed.

Have I suffered

a mild brain/head separation?

Getting from A to B feels like

some military operation.

 

 

 

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