Drowning Dreams

Drowning Dreams

Caught in the slamming door

his dreams died that day

She was gone

Her words haunting him

as she walked away

No more consuming moments

No more dead end signs

I’m gone like the love we once had

Gone to live a life that’s mine

All I’ll leave is the ghost of me

Swirling like the whiskey in his glass

images of her smiling face danced in his memory

He held in head in his hands as he remembered

how beautiful she was even when she was broken

Broken by the hands that reached to pour another

His primal screams tried to drown out the sound of her cries

as he recalled her cowering at his feet

His clenched fists tried to crush each blow

the monster that raged within dealt to her tender body

The whiskey on his lips burned like regret that came too late

No more consuming moments

No more dead end signs

I’m gone like the love we once had

Gone to live a life that’s mine

All I’ll leave is the ghost of me

Alone in the dark, her warnings lit up his night

He never believed she’d leave

Even the strongest whiskey could not disguise the truth

She’s gone, gone

Her battered spirit whispering You’ll miss me when I’m gone

No more consuming moments

No more dead end signs

I’m gone like the love we once had

Gone to live a life that’s mine

All I’ll leave is the ghost of me



photo: mine

prompts: MadQueen #486, Wyldeverse #70

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