Garden

Michael J. Schaeffer

3/18/2018

Garden

The Dream Occurs. In a Sleep. Relaxed in a Nightmare. The Presences was Vivid. A Master. Blurry and Intoxicated. The Poison was in the Room like a Cloud of Drugs. It was a Return to the Past. A Group. Unholy. A Usually known Haunting on a Beautiful Life. Her Garden. The Girl that I knew. A Face and Then Others that just wanted to Destroy It. I Looked Around the Room to Understand the Story. This Vivid Dream of a Case. I knew to just Wait and Destroy Later with Patience. Witness with My Eyes and Looking. The Report on the Surroundings. The Beach. A Hell of a Vacation Spot. Issues with the Youth. I See. I See Her Face. I See a Old Friend from My Youth. She is My Old Friend from My Youth. She was there Completely Realistic. In a Comfortable Chair. Intoxicated and Sacrificing Her Heart and Her Soul. She was Being Used. I was Picking Up the pieces on the Vivid Dream Trail. Issues. The Report. Documenting the Case. A Positive Identification. The Town of Tough and Hard Luck. The Delta and the Blues. The Music is on. Heavy and Loud to the Sound. The Surroundings. A Ghost Town and the Uncertainly of the Night Life as the Fire Burns Bright...

M.J.S.

  • Author: MJS (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2018 04:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: I had a Bad Dream on this Day about a Friend that I Worked with Decades Ago. She was very Sweet and Kind. I can only Hope God is Treat Her Well. I have Not Seen Her in a Longtime.***
  • Category: Love
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