Morning Views; 26 July

 

1.

I love the sound the world makes when its drowning

Outside these hallowed halls

And it’s the first thing in the morning

But the sun light doesn’t dare

Penetrate here where we prefer grey to

All those happier things

And we want only to be serenaded back to sleep

By the riddles of the rain coming down out there

 

2.

I sit and

I read

all of

these words

that tumble down

and then

i suddenly

know,

each of us all

is broken

somehow

we're

all

alone.

or

at least

lost.

And wandering

 

 

 

3.

To lie with bitterness

As a bedfellow

Is not the best way 

To go about things

But I’ve never been one

To fake a pleasant smile

Or anything aside from

That time I let you walk out screaming

As if I didn’t care at all

And as a consequence

I’ve slept with the same

Image throughout my dreams

Every single night since

-Haunting in that I can never reach

Your face across the sheets

 

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I like your style...there was definitely enough here to hold my attention. I loved stanza 1...and also the the conclusion of the third stanza. Well done.

[A.J.]

thank you very much for reading!

[K. Louis]

you're welcome!

[Rita L. Sev]

This is interesting; beginning with a sort of stream of consciousness, then progressing into a structure that leads to the "real" thoughts of the daybreak, the loneliness at night... Nicely penned

[A.J.]

thank you for reading! its become an almost daily practice of mine to write a few poems about the night before and the morning around me as soon as I wake up.. however as the morning stretches the poems.. change. lol. thanks again!

[Sami Khalil]

"I sit and

I read

all of

these words

that tumble down

and then

i suddenly

know,

each of us all

is broken

somehow

we're

all

alone.

or

at least

lost."
A wonderful type of a journal of thoughts that you keep churning every day and share it with people...:)

[A.J.]

thank you very much for your kind words once again. Im glad you enjoy!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)