The Waking Hour

The waking hour

Is an alibi

To cope with lost regrets

That pierce the soul

With each and every step taken

A last breath

Could relinquish a proposed safe haven

If the waking hour

Comes like a thief in the night

Disguised as Satan

Who's set out to be a soul taker

Of a well endowed saint

Who's seen as patron

In the eyes of a world that's filled with bigamy and hatred

Reviews

[C_theSurrealist]

This is brilliant poem! It is like a paradox. Keep writing! :D

[Rane Miller]

I love the addition of bigamy, that's brilliant. Such a wonderful metaphor used. I really have nothing bad to say, I love this. The lack of punctuation is OK because it's consistently absent. Nicely done!

[kublakhan27]

Some days just aren't worth getting out of bed for...a well-said piece of poetic malaise...great piece :)

[David Scott]

I like this. It seems like so many sleep right through the times they need to wake up...
What a wonderful wake up call you provide.

[Em]

This is great. Very well written.