Countless Hours.A Poem by Kennedy TaylorCountless hours I've sat alone, staring at the walls in a silent home. The second hand swings like a headman's axe. The candle flame laughs as he drowns in wax. I can hear my blood inside my ears, whispering lies and spreading fears. They're coming now to my window pane, and in all of my dreams, I go insane. Countless hours I've laid awake, Thinking things that make me shake. I feel them laughing like cold black rain, clawing at my thoughts to steal my brain. Tick... Tick... Tick... It makes me sick. I want to dream and I want to sleep, But I’m a shepherd who cannot count his sheep. Countless hours burning inside my sheets, trapped inside this prison of me. My stomach churns, and I seek escape. I see my demons filled with hate. I give up. This fight, I have lost. I will pay the Sandman's cost. To sleep a sleep eternally, I'll stop the madness and cease to be me. © 2014 Kennedy Taylor |
StatsAuthorKennedy Taylorwashington, UTAboutI'm an 18 year old poet who still has no idea what he's doing with his life. more..Writing
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