Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Today

Seems like just yesterday
I kissed the sky to fade away
Oblivious monotony
I miss the way we used to be

Forever makes me feel ok
My secrets never been betrayed
My heart is fried
My edges frayed
My tale to be played out on stage

I fell into the deepest sky
The bluest sea
And opened eyes
Greenest grass
And warmest hay
It all seems like just yesterday
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)