Autumn Dreams

In the misty haze of autumn dusk,

when the song birds were still and the crickets called,

I met a neighbor walking wild,

her coal colored hair long and unkempt,

staggering under sorrow’s weight.

Her dreams were broken;

split wide open and shattered.

The crimson blood of his pain

sucked the marrow of her strength.

His addiction – no,

his need and desire —

for pain pills was constant and growing.

Her cherished dream of their destiny –

soul mates on the porch,

sipping wine at sunset –

was replaced with his desire for death

and her buried fear.


5 thoughts on “Autumn Dreams

  1. As for some death crushes hopes; for others, it brings answered prayer. You have definitely done justice to this most painful topic.

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