Day screams into life
I breathe to drink it in
and dawn dances on a rope
so very thin
Hold it in my open hands
for one more second
as I try to understand
until night beckons
But once again
I only find confusion
Once again my mind
is plagued by illusion
So I lay out my clothes
for another morn
on bed sheets now
grown so worn
And I welcome the night
and dreams that wait
to help my heart fight
and all night debate
Tossing this way
and turning again
I battle myself
to sleep or pretend
My daylight hours
spent half awake
are drained without power
because my mind was out late
(November 22nd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
