In the twilight hours
when I sit and wait
for dawn, I'm astounded
by my energy.
Like running a car
on empty, on endless
highways. The looming misfortune
gives me thrills!
Knowing if all fuel runs out
it's a long
long walk
back to town.
Meaning I might be sleeping
in the trees.
My eyes have forgotten
their only major purpose.
Leaving my hands to
package my thoughts
by memory alone.
Thank god
for spell check
and the occasional snap
of the head.
Sleep, brings around
my sanity.
But it seems only
insanity
can release my mind.
I guess I'll only get to say half of what I ever know.
A contest entry
- Black, White, And Shades of Gray. -Contrast- by sleepingINblackRain.
700 points, ended November 9, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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This poem carries a sense of restlessness, as i'm sure it should. Lead me to beleive you are like me in the sense that when your writeing you end up exaughsted but can't sleep so you still try to write, stubling on your thoughts.
but i could be mistaken
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