Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: love, fear, distress
It is a night when slumber is sought
Crowding pictures of you In ghastly films of thought
Uneasy, in truth, that may be
For no doubt, it is you that speaks to me.
Your voice rings midnight silence in my ear
Dispelling gloom and sweaty afterthoughts of fear
And yet to come great waves of pensive loneliness
That swiftly shatters into haunting fragments of distress
But there, a laugh lurks boldly in my mind
Quelling pangs of pain from behind
Such lame beginnings that sorely bother me
It is LOVE that simply wants to be free....