Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking

A Poem by Kelsea

Dull, gray, lifeless
A person's eyes
As you watch, you see a light-
and at first, it's brilliant...
and then it just
Escapes.

Sleepwalking,
eyes half closed,
Or are they half open?

A letter, a written piece of
pure madness.
Un-edited thoughts.

How I wish I had kept them

© 2008 Kelsea


Charlie
Fly the plane
Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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Added on September 18, 2008

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Kelsea
Kelsea

Spokane, WA



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I hate writing these things out. Basically: -I'm old enough to know better/too young to care -I am seeking to improve my writing. i write mostly poetry. it's short and sweet. -i don't know you. :') more..

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