For once I want to silence the messenger.
Point click undo and rewind.
Breath taken back.
Home base
safe.
Ideas flowing
like second chances.
Everything is once again easier
and freedom’s path stretches horizon-filled before me
wielding words between seeking seas
on moon predicated tides.
No worries.
Soothed.
But reality
is interrupting insistent
ignoring my do not disturb.
A circle of peace breached by gathered storm
concealing destruction on virtual paper
making it difficult to believe.
Eyes I close.
Shattered.
Soul now shaken.
Inaudible murmurs expected side effects
stemming a catastrophic sudden and uncontrolled arterial bleed.
Risking limbs to save torso.
Heart to beat
one more
story
sorrow sacred
for the Teller of Tales.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
It is in dedication of my dear friend, sounding board, writing buddy, and confidante Tom Bradbury. Although I will miss him more than words can say, I believe that he is now in a place where he can happily tell stories all the time near family, the four-legged friends he's been needing, and some very special sheep that will never leave his side.
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