At home I've been
When I have seen
On a TV when lifted my chin
Some man giving speech mean
As I took a sip of a caffeine
Noticed he's younger than eighteen, in kitchen sisters were laughing to something
--Preach he begin
Angry he seem
And I serene
Something about a king and worshiping
Wrong things that deadly sting could bring
Frightening and freezing
Winter to peoples hearts not
spring
Then remote control I've
taken
That liquid caffeine helped me just a little bit to
awaken
Changed the channel and muted the
tone
Sisters left somewhere outside to a yard
Again I'm alone at home --
Pen and paper in my hand
Imagined great things
But momentarily inspiration
Gone
I just hope it comes back soon
So I don't have to go look for it
When everyone is sleeping
On a full moon
On deserted streets
When nocturnal
Beasts
Are creeping
- Author: swishbish57 ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2019 07:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments1
Nature of natural flow
Some of us are built for a nightly stroll.
Keep writing my friend!
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