And in the End

Sorry for the
inconvenience
but the story’s
incomplete since
the author hit
a troubling bit
of wall and stalled

He’d thought it through
It had seemed straight
But now he knew
it didn’t rate
the mind-bending
great big ending
the man had planned

Mired in woe
feeling undone
he left it. So
everyone
has to pretend
this is the end
....


(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet

I’ll Sleep No More

One moonless night
startled awake
I saw a sight
that made me shake
For standing there
in some light’s glare
was me at three

To my chagrin
my shocked surprise
was mirrored in
his/my young eyes
as suddenly
a memory
flooded my head

This omen sent
filled me with dread
I knew it meant
I'd soon be dead
My will did crack
and I fell back
to wait my fate

For as a child
I had a dream
that was so wild
I had to scream
A man, like me
I did then see
was dead in bed

A murdered man
Stabbed through the heart
And I knew then
who played that part
This room well met
that nightmare’s set
in my mind’s eye

Hold on, I thought
I’m still alive
Had I forgot
I would survive
But three year me
cried out loudly
and said “He’s dead!”

Next morn I woke
grasping at life
Feeling reborn
Then saw the knife
plunged through a note
where someone wrote
“Dreams Do Come True”

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019