Apr 01, 2004 21:12
I cant be bored anymore. I think im going crazy.Literally. I cant write good poetry anymore. It all comes out sucky, for example, one of my latest poems...
Go Back To Sleep
An eyelid flutters
almost in sync
with the blinking of the alarm clock light
An eyelid opens
and if an angel floated above it at that very second
that angel would see a blood red pupil,
mocking the anger
of the owner
of the eye
Although its only the deep red of the clock again
An ear hears footsteps
Though soft enoug to be a mouses step
She knows its not
Her ear wouldnt decive her like that
Another footstep down the hall breaks into
another
slowly but surely each footstep turns into the marching
of a boy
News flash from her ear again
A whimper at her door
She cant help but feel pity...
For herself.
her body
Still warm under the covers
Makes no movement at all to rise
The whimper heard earlier reapeats as a cry
Her body finally stirs
rolling over so she faces away fomr the door
"hiding" her therepist calls it
and to the rythm of the blinking clock
the eylid flutters back to how it had been before
Alone.
stupid huh? ya thats what i though. WHATEVER!