White sheets, blank canvas,
Night draws on the sulking moon,
Night opens my eyes to see, my light is nothing compared to the lack of his.
Time slows, sleep sleeps,
Clocks at night stopped by lights,
A lamp on the side while the moon cries, tears and words to die in ears.
Alas,
write a poem, hum a song,
pick a star, world so wrong,
Rest your neck on the metal,
Hug the rope as a missed lover,
Rest.
Rest with the night hiding your self away,
the cries away,
the voice away,
the wrongs away,
the lights away,
the words away,
the self away.
Self-less, our selfless worded saint.
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No one Gives a Damn
PoeziePoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
