Midnight Keeper

There is a troublesome silence alone in my room, almost suffocating, as if I were trapped inside my tomb. Not even an echo has roamed my night begining hell, just the loneliness inside of me has crept up to dwell.

My thoughts race and move quickly throughout my restless head, my mind pounds hard on every thought and moment like I have been shot with a ton of lead. No one should have to fathom the sigh that leaves my breath, or the sound of my heart, its beating half to death.

You would think with this kind of silence you could peacefully fall to sleep, but the agony has hollowed traps of my memory,they haunt me, crave and creep. The late dark night hours have yet to begin their scare and continue to keep me awake, how much more can my soul possible take?

The past should be forgotten and I should settle for acceptance, tomorrow is a new day, but instead I let my keeper hold me, every night Iam the prey. It holds me tight within the grip, tearing me apart, until my tears slowly drip.

A quiet cry I intend to place, I dont want anyone to see my fear rolling down my face. This peaceful night I should try to leave it all alone, but its hard when my keeper wants to tell me stories, and remind me of the places I use to roam.

With eyes wide shut, Iam still awake, How much can I be disturbed, if I dont stop this mess soon it will be hard to fake.

Iam haunted by my keeper, my mind wandering ghost, I let it take me in, My soul has become its permenent host.

Written by: Michele Dore-Cannon.

A dreamful splendor...

As I pull away my sheets and hop into bed, an new place awaits inside of my head.
Escaping the the world in my midnight somber, my mind drifts away to a place I can ponder.

Through the shadows of the dark, I walk beside still waters of a beautiful lake, the flowers and the smell is almost to wonderful to take. The gravel road is leading as far as I can see, to a farmhouse in the distance, why is this so familiar to me?

Past the Weeping Willows and the White blossomed Magnolia trees, Iam not really sure but could this be...

As I walk closer I begin to smell, the presence of of warm cornbread and grits and hear the famous dinner bell! I began to run to the house, my memory has finally taken me back, a life I remember where everthing was on track.

Its a good feeling to hear my old Mamie holler, supper is ready its on the table, come on leave those darn chickens alone and quit playing hopscotch in the stable. Wash your hands and lets sit down, you girls can tell me whats going on over yonder in town.

Grandpa swings open the screen door and comes right on in, no matter what Mamie cooked her good food always gave him a smile or a grin.

These are the happiest moments I will always remember, along with the cold winter months, huddled by a fire Papa would make December. Home is gone but not in my dreams, My memory falls back there during hard times it seems.

As Iam awoke up by the dawns early light, sitting on my bed reality comes back, and memories of home drift slowly out of sight.

After the day is over and I begin to pray, the the good Lord gives me back my dream where I loved to play. The horses and animals the birds and my favorite Willow Will, my favorite place I would daydream with my arms folded on my bedroom window sill.

Do you have a dream of a favorite memory or place, I do, It takes me away, where there were no more troubles ever to face.