Shadows

I wipe at my eyes,

But it takes too long

To notice that the grey

Isn't from the makeup.

It takes too long to

Notice the shadows and the

Bloodhot,

Or the lack of light -

I'm okay,

I'm fine,

But I don't think

I'll wake up tomorrow,

If I ever get to sleep.

Reviews

[EMF]

Open to many interpretations. This poem is a wonderful story that leaves the reader so much to fill in. According to the mood at any particular time you'll read in what you want to. A wonderfully dark write with a bleakness that offeres no escape. Delightfully stark. Cracking work