Enasni Poem by Ronald Brissette

A car runs me over at a very young age
No one cared as I walked away
I found comfort in my bunk bed
I cried and cried I thought I was dead.

Such a fun game
Being told I was insane.

One night I dreamed of a dark haired man
He kept following me where ever I ran
I was sure I was dreaming so what the heck
No matter where I go his hot breath is on my neck.

Such a fun game
Being told I was insane.

Here I set in my easy chair
Sweet smell of roses was in the air
Electric flashes in pale white smoke
So thick and white and the smell made me choke
A woman’s shapes not clear but almost
It was my first time I saw a ghost.

Such a fun game
Being told I was insane.

I remember hearing a very loud crack
I was high on a ladder and now flat on my back
Burning all over that did not last
I remember a bright flash.

Such a fun game
Being told I was insane.

What if the dark haired man was not a dream?
Why cannot people hear me scream?
I still see the pale white lady
Enticing me to a place called Hades

Such a fun game
Being told I was insane.