Bad Dreams

original picture by: Lee Stone

I just know that it’s gonna be a car crash.
I’ve seen it in dreams, severed in half,
laying on my right side, legs in the street.
I hear two different ladies hysterically screaming as I pray for my life.
A man starts to tell me that, “It’ll be all right.”
He says something to himself about my cloudy eyes.
He starts a little prayer and turns away crying.
I see lights from a fire truck and I think of my brother.
As the pain starts to numb, I wish that I could take it back,
I wish that I could make that turn.
My life before my eyes, the need for forgiveness takes over my thoughts,
makes me think of all my wrongs.
I try to yell out, say that I am sorry,
apologize for everything, but my lips don’t even move.
The dream ends with a giant breath and the after-effects of a cold sweat.

—–leest1—–

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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