Tuesday, February 16, 2010

MOURNING

Morning breaks in sunrise
Weary eyes open in pairs.
Another day of silent cries,
Another day of empty stares.

Sleep's sweet absence of mind
Shattered as consciousness gains.
Is there such a peace to find
As in sleep's absence of pain.

Preparing for the daily rushes,
Yet what for? Oh what for?
The cold surrounds and crushes
As they whimper: "there must be more".

1 comment:

Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.