Poetry first thing in the morning
by , 12-16-2009 at 11:25 AM (1788 Views)
Don’t let me come away
from this world of escapism.
I don’t want to see what’s waiting for me
On the other side of these eyelids of mine
Greeted by the covered windows
Pale walls
Dirty clothes
Unwanted reminders of the day to come
I was flying through the air with the eagles,
Fighting a hopeless war with all the hope in the world,
Greeting a lost friend with warmth,
And resting in a field of wildflowers with the girl I loved
The echoes of yesterday
The yelling, the screaming, the cussing.
Like a broken record
ricochet among my dreams




