O tortured soul that sits beyond
I cannot see what spurs you on
for to the untrained eye you seem
to fear the sleep for fear of dreams
but as you wake and fight away
the demons of the coming day
know this now and keep it close
I support your vendetta against said ghosts
and I will fight them at your side
with the greatest vengeance, unequaled pride
so at long last you might find peace
in comfort, rest and sweet release.
this is a spectacular poem.
ReplyDeleteespecially for a 4 am poem.
maybe 4 am is the witching hour for poetry?
or maybe you're making...progress?
it's lovely no matter why it was born.