It doesn't
Make sense
In between headaches
And dizzy spells.
It couldn't
Shouldn't
Be so hard.
What is going on?
You I see
Perturbed
Concerned
Reach out to me.
The look on Your face
Sweet sympathy.
My head drops
My eyes twitch
The world spins and lurches.
The ground embraces me
In black cacophony.
Hold me
I'm falling.
Can You catch me in midair?
With eyelids heavy as stone
Lifeless limbs that flail
Like a torn flag in the wind.
Reach for me
Softly brush my cheek.
Dispel a nightmare
My dream come true
Tonight
I sleep with You.
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3 comments:
Dispel a nightmare
My dream come true
Tonight
I sleep with You.
god, i love that. keep it up hun. i love it
This is an old one? Wow, it's good. Desperate poems to Jesus are the best!
Kathy: Thanks for the comment. This is my first free verse poem; I'm glad you liked it.
Nina: No, this isn't an old one. It's as recent as the timestamp says it is. Heh, thanks. Yeah, I wrote this one on a night when I was feeling pretty low and sick. I began to write a piece of prose, and then as it developed, it turned into this.
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