Haven’t written in a loooong while, too long for my own good. For Poetry and writing are actually LIFE for me. When I am without I am lost, confused, not whole.
So here is something I thought up this morning when I could not get back to sleep.
I cant go back to sleep. So prose has creeped – inside my cerebral walls – I stall, seeking a way into – darkness. I mark this occasion with melodies that ask of me answers to questions I don’t wish to see – to hear – to here I find, sullen eyes and hopes tripped up on future lullabies. And yet I still cannot sleep.
©RhaeSeals2016February’s first and first of the year