Clarity of thought when fast asleep
My only escape from life's waking weep
Watching the clock hands redundant day
Horizontal view from a leatherette lay
Loneliness in a crowded supermarket shop
watching many conversational jaws drop
Has no one ever heard a man screaming
Shock on faces when released from dreaming
Just another few hours before I'm in bed
I can then escape from my daylight waking dread.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2016 20:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Leatherette is a fake leather More plastic than leather look.
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Comments1
Under the covers is a great place after a bad day! Great poem.
Thanks WBL
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