Picture courtesy of hereandthere.us
Waiting to be moved
one floor down
Closer to the doors
away from the golden gates
As eyes struggle to stay open
fighting against the inevitable
Sleep wanting to come
but forced to keep awake
Views across the land
stretch far and wide
Jagged dirty teeth claw high
against sporadic green
Thoughts tumble around
as the eyelid’s battle on
Wanting sleep so much
as voices drift in and out
Oh to be home
but there will she stay
At least for now
until freedom comes soon
Posted in: Poetry
John Rolfe
Jun 7, 2014
very very good I like your stuff much more when is doesn’t ryme
Darren Greenidge
Jun 7, 2014
Thanks John. Yeah I do try not to rhyme but I can’t help it sometimes! I’ll try better! Hope you’re well and happy?