Mothballs

Mothballs

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

The Black Keys invade my dream

The dream becomes reality

I answer my phone

A thunderstorm

Of Tears

Of sobs

Of words

Words that break my heart

That pierce it back together

At the same time

Love

Mistakes

Time

Numb

Feelings

A flashflood of emotions

I’m drowning

In hopes and dreams

That I buried

Under ten and a half tons

Of mothballs

The aroma is stifling

Confusion

The look

The feel

All original and just like before

But different

Wrong

Something is wrong

I’ve lost my footing

And my sense of direction

In a mudslide

Which way is right

Which way is left

Can the smell of mothballs

Be washed away

By Winter rain

Or the bloom

Of Spring flowers