Faceless Visions
Stepping out of the darkness
From a somewhat forgotten place
Steps what looks like a man
With everything but a face
He steps out of a doorway
Of an old rickety shack
In torn up bloodstained overalls
And a cowboy hat
He came off the porch
In full stride
I heard him whisper something in tongues
And spit smoke when he walk by
A breeze of unpleasantness
Came soon there after
Followed by a strong smell of sulfur
And intense laughter
Then as the figure
Got further away
I saw him stop and turn around
And murmur my name
In voice I hadn't heard
In a very long time
It triggered a memory from my childhood
Buried deep with in my mind
A one that id forgotten
And didn't know i had
As it came to me whose it was
It made me sad
Tears came to my eyes
And started to fall
But turned to smoke
When I started to ball
Then the door of that rickety shack
Flung wide open
And i could see a bright black glow
Of a fire that was heavily smoking
And 2 glowing chains
At lighting speed
Grazed my face
As it flew by me
They went threw the figure
And snatched him back
Back into the fire
Of that rickety shack
I don't know if that was the end of
that dream or not I'll find out tonight.
And just since your probably wondering who
or what that figure is or who I think it is
from the voice I heard I truly believe it is
my father who committed suicide when I was 10
Copyright © Justin Waddle | Year Posted 2013
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