When the sound of the second hand gets too loud…
Deep into the night, I lie awake, with the echoes of the last goodnight I heard, ringing in my head…
As my mind plays back events of the day past, a day without even just one…
I end up, blank as blank…
I can’t sleep, yes I know, but yet, Isn’t it a matter of choice?…
Cos am afraid, the night might steal away the beautiful moments I’ve had in life; beautiful events i can’t have missing unless I’d be dead, depressed…
But, God knows, I’d like to sleep, knowing i can wake up to a better day…
I’d love to wake up, looking forward to the ecsatic bliss of the new day…
The splendour of the morning; dawn, and even the stabbing light of the afternoon sun…
To watch blessings unfold with the day; to experience inevitables as recurrent as night and day…
The signs of the bad day doesn’t surprise me… The night tells how worse the day gets, and the day, how good the night was and can be…
But, before I wake up, my luck goes to sleep!!!
This was my world; Now its all better!!!
Ambitious...
Nice poem but you use too much words,learn to control your imagery.What you say in a poem is important,but what you leave unsaid is more important.
@khadijah: Your last sentence hit me like a rock and caused an instant reality check. Thanks.
@khadijah, thanks a lot. But this wasn’t really a typical poem. I didn’t really have it in mind to put it up as poetry but twz the closest genre. I was jus voicin my thoughts and I wanted whoever that wz readin it to relate to my ‘em and understand it exactly as my imaginations illustrated it. But, thanks, really.
I like the thoughts.
I like the thoughts.
‘…stabbing light of the sun…’ Beautiful line.
….good, yet economy of words says much more.
Unheard music is indeed sweeter than the heard ones;
So one is left musing.
Great job Sterz
I appreciated sharing in your thoughts, was it really poetry? Maybe not.
Beautiful, guess you tried sharing those thoughts of yours in a poetic way.
Beautiful, guess you tried sharing those thoughts of yours in a poetic way
Doesn’t read like poetry…
But it’s nice anyway.