Death Dream
Alone
On the porch
Morning coffee
Eyes fall shut
Dream?
Breathing rapid
Skull, searing scream
Chest muscles fluttering
Heartbeat suddenly silent
Gasping for air
Head quiet
All stops
Adrift
A black ocean
Emptiness
Silence
No Joy
No Anger
No sadness
No glee
No panic
No calm
No fatigue
No energy
No gates of pearl
No fires of damnation
A void of complete, quiet, vacancy
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. It is their stories I tell.
“Who am I?”
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.
Thank you,
Joe
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