hopes and dreams

My hopes and dreams seem to scatter like the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Like the sand that blows across the beach during an angry wind day
Scatter like a broken glass dropped in the sink 
thrown against the wall
A child's tear 
the mothers heartache as she has to explain yet again why
when she has no answers
 There are no answers
why is not a question that can be answered by you
not by me
Small and pitiful as they might seem to some
no matter how small every shard is painful
as it rips my heart to shreds 
as I know it is gone

Boogyman

You are the boogeyman

you are not real

they are just memories

no longer just a victim of  bondage

of my own mind

put there by the seed of your own

horrifying images 

that you stowed away in my brain

one that has grown

and grown roots firmly 

planted its branches and limbs

twisting painfully throughout my brain

like a Cancer so silent 

yet just as deadly waiting to strike 

at the most inopportune time