“Scattered Dreams”
William, 728
William, 728
Still morning, not too early not too late,
My brother, catching some “z’s,” too early for him.
It’s been two hours since my dad left,
Gas and recycling was all he wanted to do.
I see two big men, green outfits, equipped with guns and badges.
The next morning, almost 5, it’s cold.
The air is easy to breathe and hurts my throat,
Frost is out on the grass and as well as my mind…
Orbs of water slip down leaves.
Webs are laid on the grass as well as my mind.
I take a look at my dog, I realize,
His nose will no longer be beneath me when I eat.
His bright red tongue will never again wet my face,
His paw, will never again shake mine
His belly no longer will be able to rest against mine.
I take one last look at my house, big and comfortable,
One last look at the car that started it,
One last look at the white fuzzy best friend that
No one or nothing can replace.
One last look at shattered dreams…
My brother, catching some “z’s,” too early for him.
It’s been two hours since my dad left,
Gas and recycling was all he wanted to do.
I see two big men, green outfits, equipped with guns and badges.
The next morning, almost 5, it’s cold.
The air is easy to breathe and hurts my throat,
Frost is out on the grass and as well as my mind…
Orbs of water slip down leaves.
Webs are laid on the grass as well as my mind.
I take a look at my dog, I realize,
His nose will no longer be beneath me when I eat.
His bright red tongue will never again wet my face,
His paw, will never again shake mine
His belly no longer will be able to rest against mine.
I take one last look at my house, big and comfortable,
One last look at the car that started it,
One last look at the white fuzzy best friend that
No one or nothing can replace.
One last look at shattered dreams…
