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.
“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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