by mmichaelmPort Charlotte, Florida, USA
May 2010 509 Views 7 comments
Insomnia
Past midnight,
in the black pool of morning
filled with brittle silence,
prayers slip and fall like stars
just short of heaven-
the delicate wires
holding up my life entangle
as injured ghosts rattle
and stumble in the dark.
in the black pool of morning
filled with brittle silence,
prayers slip and fall like stars
just short of heaven-
the delicate wires
holding up my life entangle
as injured ghosts rattle
and stumble in the dark.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2010
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Comments (7)
rob
like stars just short of heaven...poignant...ending with injured ghosts in the dark. Your poem paints a compelling picture of Insomnia. Thank you for sharing.