new poem
These Hours
These are the hours that drive me mad-
the splinters of early morning,
the eerie peace of gestating day,
the maddening tick of the clock
in an otherwise swell of silence-
where I think of you
in another man’s arms
and the sadness you will feel
when these hours no longer move me.
listen here:
http://www.poetnprogress.org/index.php?view=maintoolate#thesehours
These are the hours that drive me mad-
the splinters of early morning,
the eerie peace of gestating day,
the maddening tick of the clock
in an otherwise swell of silence-
where I think of you
in another man’s arms
and the sadness you will feel
when these hours no longer move me.
listen here:
http://www.poetnprogress.org/index.php?view=maintoolate#thesehours