Bad Dreams Poem by Amanda Saveley

Door swings, and it's off to life,
Swinging hinges and broken dreams
And fading shadows of ghost-like memories
That pass between my heart and mind

Guess I'm not the fighting kind...

But I should have.
I should have fought to make you stay
And be that which we can't seem to grasp
Because of my failure, I now sit alone

Where will I meet my fate?
My mom married a man I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time, I could have found a friend.

Somewhere I cannot reach you
The lines of communication run too long
And are too short
Severed at the elbow of sound waves
Most unpleasant

You break my heart
Jammed in my throat
As recollections bubble up fast
Too fast for me to stop them
Spilling over into formations of water and salt
Cascading from eyes seemingly empty

You're long gone now.