I woke up in the morning.

A dream about a pain that’s in my throat.

I was leaning towards realizing.

There might be something to worry about.

I asked my wife if she hit me.

She was too groggy to understand

I have heard it all before.

If she did, it wasn’t planned.

There is rain and the leaves are falling.

On a ground that’s black and wet

Halloween is fast upon us.

With no masks or costumes yet…

The sun is just south of the horizon.

It’s a certainty to rise.

Been thinking about the past too much.

In my throat, I caught those lies.