A vacuum in time sends me
into a sweat cold as I dream.
The past it swallows all of me;
all I can do is at sky scream.
As my eyes close and I pull
the sheets above my head
I see in my mind the things
from the day that I dread.
The sky is dark and wind it
howls and makes me wince.
I think of when I almost left
this earth and all ever since.
My head is down all alone
beneath a dark sky and my
head is in need of repair so
before sleep I seek a lullaby.
To rest my head before bed
I poorly write like a little boy.
That your eyes find me to see
these words you like I feel a joy.
Your warmth reaches me see
these words used I use to try
abolish a nightmare’s grip as
your eyes read all of my lines.
Unending Gratitude For You
“I poorly write like a little boy.”
You spelled ‘phenomenally’ wrong. 😉 Seriously, the word “poorly” and your writing do not belong in the same sentence. Hugs, my friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You see that’s exactly at the heart of what I was saying. That is so awesome to hear and makes me so happy you think that. That statement helps erase all the anxieties I’ve had today. Thank you Kristian. You’re a great friend.
LikeLike
Aww. Of course, Jared. I’m happy to help in anyway I can. I’m always here for you! 🤗❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s a wonderful poem JW 👍🤝 keep writing ✍️ expecting more of your poems !
LikeLike