lucid nightmares
the cold rain beats
down an already
beaten area
apathy runs rampant
as chaos rides the
edge of a knife
some people abhor
violence
some people think
of it as second nature,
like breathing
most days, peace
and war are the
same fucking
thing
lucid nightmares
dance around all
the pain
writhing in bed
once beautiful
now a lost soul
awaiting that final
voyage to death
like an old dog
one of these days
where you just
want to lay in
the sun and sleep
like an old dog
at least i haven’t
started shitting
in the yard
yet another bad dream
screams from another room
too many years of abuse
yet another bad dream
stuck behind the eight ball
as the pressure simply builds
if life is a horse race
you’re stuck on a longshot
just foolish enough to think
one day, i will be a winner
winners already know such
things
losers need to manifest every
little thing into existence
here comes the rain again
supposed to last for three
days
©2023 J.J. Campbell All rights reserved.
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Black Shamrock and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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