The day is shorter
the night longer
and yet, sleepless
suffer the dark chill
in the air, in bed
I listen to roar
or whisper of
wingless worries
no high poetry
but nightmares trimming
the sun and the sky
that could never be
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Thank you for the poem...it really conjures up powerful images
Robyne
http://www.creativewritintravel.blogspot.com
I really enjoyed reading your poem.
Thanks, Robyne, for appreciating the poem. Some day you may like to comment on my other poems too.
All the best
R K
Thanks, lori: I a'm glad you visited my pages and read some of the poems.
Please do share your comments on my other poems too.
All the best
R K
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