Sunday Whirl #758: slip, sighs, screams, siren, still, curse, true, knocking, beneath, lost, centered, doors.
Dreams, Schemes, & Screams
I was lost in thought,
While knocking on doors;
Beneath waves of doubt,
Between yets and therefores.
Sighs slip out, but still
I think of my dreams,
And bend to this will,
While schemes become screams.
My pain, like a curse;
A siren of doom.
But it could be worse.
I talk to the room.
And then you entered,
Right out of the blue.
Zeroed in, centered.
How can it be true?
What do I do now?
Just face you—somehow.
Kaci Rigney Copyright 2026
