My Son, the Writer

A special post for today!


I started and continue doing this blog wishing I could actually write, which I can't.

Today for your enjoyment, I'm honored to have a guest writer on my blog that can write.





Empty Escape

Written By
Tyler H. Wagner


Today I woke from a dream; I dreamt that I was all alone,
Woke up in a house, but knew that it was not my home.
Reached out for an answer, as to who I am and where I've been,
Sat there just wondering how this loneliness became my friend.

Darkness all around me, but I really can't adjust to the night,
My body's filled with pain, yet I can't recall losing the fight.
Wishing I could see clearly, push my way through the smoky haze,
My heart feels as cold as ice, but my soul is a fiery blaze.

I look up at the beaten sky, wondering why, wondering why,
My eyes hurt from the stare of the moon, the strings of my heart are out of tune.
I stop and say hello to misery, knowing full well she never meant that much to me,
But I can't resist the pain in her kiss, the hate in her lips, is too wet to miss.

Walking into the ocean, getting neck deep in my escape,
Hold my head to the water, listening to the sound of waves as they scrape.
I look ahead in the distance, and the distance is all I can see,
I dive in, bury my head, and swallow some uncertainty.

The musky dew of the evening, leaves my throat feeling dry and scratched,
I try to yell out some questions, but the silence comes and schedules a snatch.
Someone can you hear me, I'm praying for a sign from above,
Rid the world that surrounds me; bring me to a place that's filled with more love.

My feet slide on the solid ground, but the sound of my steps don't make a sound,
Got a stranglehold on mystery, being misunderstood was never popular to me.
I'm floating high above all that makes sense; the open airs got me feeling so dense,
Look down upon the wrong from the right, when the wrong always comes into sight.

Back home in my living room, with no idea how long I've been gone,
I look into the mirror, and see an image that's poorly drawn.
Lay down for a while, hoping to whisk back into a dream,
When I wake, maybe all this will be, a little less real than it seems,
A little less real than it seems….


Thanks to my son Tyler for allowing me to publish his work!!

I wish I could say Tyler gets his talent from me, but alas you have read my posts so I can't fool you there.

You Da Man Ty, You Da Man!!!!!!!

Join me again tomorrow as we return to my lame stuff!!!