13 Visions

13 Visions

I do not know what it means, travelling to regions not yet seen

Meeting faces from different races, finding myself in different places.

Out of sync out of routine and falling down a deep ravine;

Falling deeper underground, floating to a bottomless ground.

During the wars and burning fire, dire, like a funeral pyre,

Burns within my hair and skin, not knowing what’s about to transpire

The buildings burn, the structures fall, how did this even happen at all?

People screaming, folks are crying, scared of leaving this world and dying.

I can’t escape the doodle bugs; it’s landed in the allotment with some slugs!

How bizarre, how can this be? It must be the work of some thugs?

But paradoxically there is an apology for all this irresponsibility!

From someone anonymously but this makes no sense psychologically.

Trying to understand the ambiguity of this senseless mystery,

And almost ominously; this is very dark, odd, black and eerie.

I feel it crawling though my skin and don’t quite know where I’ve been.

And in a blink of any eye, I want to cry but cannot understand why.

A different place, a change of scene, this really is getting quite obscene!

My tongue is silent, I cannot talk and just want to shout and scream.

I feel numb as evil succumbs; I’ve never felt so useless and dumb.

Just don’t know how to comprehend and not sure where this will end.

I cannot find my old street where I used to live, it’s so off beat.

The old station bridge looks strange and every shop and road has changed.

I No longer recognise and it seems the whole image is in disguise.

All familiarity and well known has disappeared along with my first home.

Running fast not gaining speed, don’t know why, want to concede

But somehow want to succeed, in whatever it is to proceed.

Am moving fast but in slow motion there’s something playing with my emotions.

There is so much to understand but it seems there are no plans.

I’ve moved back to my old home, where all the taps are made of chrome.

Foreign rooms I now roam, ‘this is nothing like I left I moan’!

Going back to my roots where I was born, dissimilar and so forlorn;

Giant weeds and tall black trees with no pretty garden to adorn.

And as my father turned to me who said the spirit world is ‘living’,

I question my own spirituality and try not to be so misgiving.

My Mum, still angry at me and can’t ask her the reasons why

And in my vision there must have been a better way to say goodbye.

My friend, I have seen her, she said ‘don’t be upset

I was just going to tell you how happy I am with the hours we’d spent!

All the songs we sung over bottles of wine on those TDK cassettes

And just to let you know I’m not longer in anyone’s debt’!

I seem to be back with my ex, it must have been some kind of hex.

No feelings for him but will be easier to stay as our relationship is so complex.

And of this child I have given birth between the heavens and the earth,

Where she came from and why will never be unearthed.

And the witchdoctor that cast a spell, I couldn’t scream or could not yell,

The rancid taste and burning smell and in my dream, it looks like hell.

I dreamt of burning at the stake, of witches and warlocks, poisonous snakes

The man who tried to kidnap me and drowning in the River Lea.

The Tsunami and long before it struck we run up a tall tower

A few hours ahead of the wave ahead of its destruction and power.

And as I fall off slowly slowly, I sense a presence quite unholy

Force myself to wake up, take it with me all day shaken up.

Linda Lawrence 9^th July 2014