LemonCheesecak Posted April 27, 2009 Share Posted April 27, 2009 A little ditty I wrote in the early hours of this morning, again putting pen to paper and seeing where it took me. Another day I awaken underwhelmed and all alone Beneath the grey In empty space between these walls that once was home I'm starting to fade... The morning rain Washes off a little skin, exposing bone But it's OK It cleanses deep inside of me, and I'll I've known It eases the pain... It's far too late For sympathetic shoulders to rest this head of stone I cannot wait On a solemn sun to rise above this sea of groans I'm leaving today... Might add some sort of resolution stanza when I get a chance. Too busy writing a stupid report to concentrate right now, but I've got a few ideas I'm mulling over. My head was chaotic this morning, I've even started work on some children's poetry that came to me out of the blue! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LemonCheesecak Posted May 1, 2009 Author Share Posted May 1, 2009 To save creating a new thread, thought I'd just share a fragment of something I found in my notebook. Must have written it on awaking one night, cos I don't remember doing it. Folding, unfolding, you fold and unfold Follow the motions, do what you're told Strings to the puppets, the threads that they hold An injected life in a solid stone mold Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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