Long road

In the dead of night

on that lonesome road

where the angels scream

and demons roam.

I heard a sound

Aching.

A tornado spinning

the endless days

into one thick

moment of night.

Grinding me

into the ground

in fright.

 

Heartbeat

playing hide and seek.

Fight or flight.

Heart crashes

to the ground

and lays

playing dead.

 

And I freeze.

As the strobing light

fill the sky

A face.

Gone.

In the blink of an eye.

 

Flash.

Face closer now.

Darkness.

Now nowhere to be seen.

A mask.

A hollow figure cast

in silhouette.

A vapour cloud

of a memory. It’s me.

Armed to the teeth with

putdowns to let loose upon me.

 

And I feel the punches

raining down

as the storm

hangs above me now,

thunder clouds my mind

I hear the sound

hailstones

crashing into my head.

But there is

nobody around.

The path is empty.

Just darkness ahead.

Flash.

A smile. No. A leer.

One I’ve seen before, so many times.

Where?

My mind mirrors memories

as

eyes fade to black.

Is this death?

Or am I just losing

conscio....

 

Behind my lids I see red.

I see confusion and dread.

I feel nothing.

 

The red fades to pink.

I’m floating on

cotton candy dreams.

I pluck shooting stars

from behind my eyes

and plant them deep into my heart.

For hope conquers fear.

Or at least it’s a good start.

 

I awaken. In bed.

No dark road, just four walls

and a hot cup of hope.

And whilst the roads ahead

may be fraught,

the fear I hold taut,

or the fear I’ve been taught,

is all in my head.