Another Dream From The Ick Ick
my car broke down in the middle of nowhere
people in the other cars passing by laugh at me and give me the finger
then behind them are the ones yelling racial slurs from their vehicles
wondering what to do, my sweaty skin gets a cold, heartless visit from the rural mosquitos
i have no cell phone
i have no friends
my sweets is at work
my family members and i are estranged
all of a sudden, i feel cold from the blue loneliness and lose all modern consciousness
when i come to, i am in a hospital bed in a room that is empty and all too familiar
everything then goes pitch black, and i am thankful to hear the alarm going off
i then get up out of bed to cut the alarm off and get ready for work
i look at the lady readjusting herself in the bed and Thank The Lord for Guiding me Back To Reality
i see my cell phone
i smile at My Best Friend
i remember the emails and the phone messages from my family members
all of a sudden, my heart warms every part of my body inside and out
my smile become wider and brighter knowing now that i will never be alone
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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