reality bad … dreamland worse.

Do what I can to keep them away
those things that are seen
when sleeping mind’s at play
waking means shaking
that place where I’ve been
mentally hiding those things
only closed eyes have seen.
It’s not her … then it is
shock so bad I fall awake
the real world sinks in …
the tears leak out.
stability starts to spin
mouth open to shout
sobs blocking the way
soaking up tears with verse
starting with ‘WHY?’ another day.
memories coming to life is a curse
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About xamble

Most things I do involve computers. Nowadays that sounds stupid to hear because everyone uses computers. Except I was saying that before the IBM PC came on the scene. (hint: my first programs were entered on punch cards in an IBM-29) Now I mostly use them. Mostly to provide a community service in my small town. Because I could when it was asked and still can. And I'm a wannabe writer. Various books in various states of incompleteness. A few short stories. Might do more of that.
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