Words that come into my head.
My hand is steady as my brain is fed.
I call out this person and that.
Not necessarily calling them fat.
Heading for a road not seen by me.
Striving to be something not so mean.
The demon is calling my name.
Saying "girl you know you're the blame".
The blackness is traveling toes to head.
Thinking back on things I should've said.
Heart beating as redness fills my eyes.
I think of who I can say my goodbyes.
A step in the crossroad of my life.
I'm titled with the name Mom and Wife.
Falling into the sudden rut.
I am followed by a ugly mut.
Faster and faster my life is playing.
The mute is on, I cant hear what they're saying.
I run for a distance towards a fading light.
That seems to disappear and fill me with fright.
Suddenly as life is almost at a end.
My heart does a 360 and begins to bend.
My mind no longer free to roam.
I write the words "I dream of home".
A drop of water hits my head.
I open my eyes, am I dead?
The blur fades and I can see.
Is this real, could it be?
In my warm chair I sit.
Dreaming and throwing a fit.
I write the thoughts on this sheet.
I know I will never feel hells heat.
©deana
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