Long Closeted
I listen to the skeletons
of my dreams, long closeted
but seldom willing to stay there
regardless of what I want,
as they call to me
with an endless stream
of best-forgotten memories
that bring me to my knees,
a nightmare of wandering
through life unable to block
their promise of suffering.
This is my response to The Sunday Whirl #601, using the words provided.
block|call|promise|dreams|stream|life|wandering|skeletons|want|knees|suffering|listen
Shared with Day Sixteen at napowrimo.net (off prompt)
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Bravo! A beautifully crafted piece.
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Thank you!
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skeletons and xylophones go hand in hand. they play their haunting tunes and there is no silencing them whenever they choose to play
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About all you can do is whistle a happy tune and move forward.
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This is by far my favorite of your writings. It struck me very hard as perfectly the emotions we all
feel at times and the directions the soul can take us.
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Thank you. I try to live by the motto at the top of my page, but sometimes the past just bites you in the ass.
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Those skeletons can keep me awake at night…(K)
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I know what you mean.
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