Un Mauvais Rêve

I woke from a horrible dream.
It has me frayed at the seams.
I’m unstable,
unsure,
and unclear.

A pair of hands kept choking me,
People were dying,
No one could hear me crying.
I think that’s what scared me the most.

Not the fact that I couldn’t breathe;
Not the fact that I could see the devil himself seethe;
It was the the simple realization that no one could hear me.

Isn’t that what we fear the most?
No one to hear us in times of trouble,
and be able to come close?

I look for peace in a song,
But even Haim can’t help me in this circumstance.

It seems I am helpless,
sleepless,
restless.

So I keep running.
I keep running.

-N

A Drunkards Prose…..

On this auspicious day,
I have a few words to say.
I’m tired of keeping them at bay.
I’ve kept track of others,
Tried not to smother.
Other,
Brother,
You have no idea.
(Sip)
What I knew,
What I know,
What I will know,
I hope to sow.
I hope to educate,
To instill,
To-
What?
Am I even making sense?
Have I tried to become another great leader?
Gandhi perhaps?
Oh, I’ve definitely snapped.
(Sip)
It must be this brew,
This gin,
This elixir,
This brew that frees the tongue.
I digress,
Man I feel stressed.
(Sip)
I wanna dance,
Does that make sense?
I want to move my legs.
Lately they feel like pegs.
Good looking,
Shapely pegs,
But pegs none the less.
(Sip)
Wait, who has pegs?
Is Captain Sparrow here?
My conscience is clear.
For once it’s not working overtime in 5th gear!
Who shall I think for this impossible feat?
Did You perhaps cheat?
(Sip)
I want meat,
but not any kind of meat.
I want….