Its five o'clock in the morning and still couldn't sleep
the lights are banging the window
my mind a massacre of sheep
day's memories like residual ghosts repeat
closed eyes can't exorcise
a moments peace my request to them i plead
city silhouette yawns and stretches in a lazy haze
beyond my window lies a new day another step in a journey
another run in my mind's maze
the lights are banging the window
my mind a massacre of sheep
day's memories like residual ghosts repeat
closed eyes can't exorcise
a moments peace my request to them i plead
city silhouette yawns and stretches in a lazy haze
beyond my window lies a new day another step in a journey
another run in my mind's maze
hi wilde,
ReplyDeletethere are beautiful fragments here; "day's memories like residual ghosts repeat" and "city silhouette yawns and stretches in a lazy haze". this poem is psychological. and i encourage you to pour out more poetry that you are keeping still within.
don't be afraid. i will continue reading.
marvin