Uncle "Nightmare" Sam Says...
Tonight's the Night I Slash your Dreams,
Daylight Madness and Midnight Screams!
No Bells of Mercy Will be Tolled,
Your Screams to Me, Worth More than Gold!
I'll Haunt Your Dreams, to Scratch My Itches,
Till Tomorrow Night...Hugs and Stitches!
lilac buds
burst on the scene
sense overwhelm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sometimes I don't know how to reply to messages
Sometimes I let them sit for weeks
Sometimes months
Sometimes I think of people who mean the world to me
But don't text back
Living with overwhelm
Life's circumstantces can overwhelm,
make me forget who I am or where I stand.
At these times, quiet calls me as shelter,
its silence a compelling, healing nectar,
and I disappear from even all I favor.
In a life rush of too much, I often withdraw
from all possible joys as well as quarrels.
As I absorb, I am a raw edged jigsaw,
seclusion pledged until comes my thaw,
for I am lost in the limp task of absorbing
and I am a mute mind and heart exploring.
I never love anyone less than my total
and radiate my love to all like a shiny opal
though I am immobile and non-verbal.
Some pains are too heavy for me to cart
so, I lose my personable shine
and my ability to interact declines.
But I love, yes, I love, my family and friends -
I love them all, with all my love, with no love end.