Moving Away

The boxes packed,
the memories fresh
of days more profitable,
more favored and blessed.
Memories so vivid
of times so surreal,
of the boom experienced,
the boom they loved to feel.
The outlook was good,
a sunset on the horizon
that under it brought
the enemy that lied in.
The roads being constructed,
the buildings being erected,
the seismic shift to cause
the whole town to be affected,
the ones thought to be loyal
to the landmarked little store
began to disappear
more and more and more.
The road once crowded,
the one packed to the curb,
was now empty but for one or two,
those refused to be conquered,
but in the end of it
even the most loyal
could not save the good
that is to be eternally foiled.
With the nightmare come true
the business has moved away,
the same the store must do
on this dreaded fateful day.

Desolate Nightmare

Stuck in a forsaken place
without help,
with nothing but a screaming face
producing a yelp.
Nightmares of never again seeing
you, my one
(nightmares of never again feeling
that love - undone),
living in a desolate land,
no will to walk,
with not another soul to demand,
not able to talk,
tired of the constant wandering
about by myself
with no capacity for further pondering
from this mind shelved,
sick of living with the fear,
surrounded by harms,
I just want to get out of here
and into your arms.

Echoes

Echoes of voices,
the screams that bleed,
that ring in ears
that, silence, need.
Pain that was
limited to physical
now rains in
on the emotional.
Blood pours out
from the teeth pulled,
a pain wished
to be voided, nulled,
yet children lacking
the respect wanted
continue the high
volume to the haunted.
Their ignorance only
trumped by disrespect,
they possess only
a completely selfish neglect.
Their screams now
take over my psyche
sparking a fire
when all I need is peace.
The nightmare is not
to end too soon
as now the light has given
way to the moon.
Instead there is only
the nightmare that be,
my pain and their loudness,
a fight I don't need.

Nightmare

I ask what he's doing
as he says watching the lake.
I ask if he wants company
as he denies me.
When this happens consistently
it is a nightmare from which I must wake.