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Aa Harvey

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This river runs deep,

I write in my sleep.

If you could see the things I see,

You too would have to speak.

 

 

I have been frozen,

Never truly chosen,

Many times broken,

But now I feel the heat, burning inside of me.

 

 

Pressure builds so I pick up the quill

And I will never be still, until…

But now I am here,

So I hope you can hear,

The words I cannot help but write,

In the middle of this pitch black night;

The phone my only light.

 

 

Predictive text, has only left, me to forget, a train of thought.

A lack of wed, no peace in bed, I write my best whilst wearing nought.

Insomnia it comes and goes, so even when my eyes are closed,

I may be watching all of those that creep along my wall.

The insect beings and spider queens have all joined teams,

To watch over me…and I can hear them talk.

Inside my dreams I am minute when I am mute.

If only you could hear my voice, maybe I could reach out for you.

 

 

As I fall down into oblivion's din,

No saving grace is listening.

 

 

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2017 01:40
  • Category: Reflection
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  • kevin browne

    I can tell you this onepauly, I am listening and sitting through the night, not naked though like you do, and the creative side takes hold and the magic of whatever will be will be written. great write dear friend.

    • Aa Harvey

      Truly many thanx, but...

      "Hi! My name is... (what?) My name is... (who?)
      My name is...
      Hi! My name is... (huh?) My name is... (what?)
      My name is..."

      (The line "I write my best whilst wearing nought." is a metaphor for being free of constraints when writing what I believe is the right thing to write. When people enjoy my poetry, I realize I was right to write what feels right. I'm happy to see you enjoyed the poem.)

    • kevin browne

      my apologies Aa Harvey, I don't know what I was thinking about apart from I was reading his work before I I saw your poem. I guess writing from the heart and the honesty you give is a fine way to exert your poetry emotions. well done for doing that.



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