Unrecordable

Wednesday morning dawns
There is nothing left to say
–He stares at keyboards–

No matter how his demons
begged or cajoled or commanded
he was certain only of this:
there would never be any return.

Ever.

All he remembered of his dream
all he could bear to recall
was the relentless screaming
heard through a padlocked door

and his sudden bloody departure.

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NaPoWriMo 2020 #8/30

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9 thoughts on “Unrecordable

  1. I like the mystery in this poem, Ron, which leaves me with questions and plenty to think about. The opening stanza suggests a dilemma and the second stanza confirms it – but there is no clue as to what it might be. What are his demons, what happened in the dream, apart from the ‘relentless screaming heard through a padlocked door’, and was the sudden bloody departure part of the dream or was it real?

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