Damned Alarm!

He stirs from a deep slumber.
His dream glows but begins to slip.
Details just crisp and clear.
Now cracked and cloudy.
He replays it in his mind.
To fix it in his memory,
but already it is gone.

~ Michael Roberts (aka The Kat)

An Empty Man.

Wind blows down empty streets,
through empty parks,
past empty homes.

Alone sits a man,
a tired man,
an empty man.

The wind blows, He sobs
“My fault, all my fault.”

~ Michael Roberts (aka The Kat)