Always a day late

when the sun sleeps
my demons awake
thats when I search
for your hand

but you're never here
you're always a day late

in times when my soul dies
i hit the ground
asthmatic heart gasping for life

i wait for your voice
there's no reply

i think I might drown
silence around
you're always a day late

i howled to the moon
held agony's hand
it craddled me deep, far into the night

now Daylight makes way
it crawls through the cracks
of my broken world
i don't remember his name

just wish to forget
and just for today
i'll lick all my wounds
and pray for the sunrays to carry me home

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So many strong statements made in the poetry.
"i howled to the moon
held agony's hand
it craddled me deep, far into the night"
I understand and I like the above lines. I did like the hopeful ending. New day, new opportunities. Thank you Lina for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

this reminds me of a battle,good and evil,but your love is somewhere else

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

"And pray for the sunrays to carry me home" Very nice line. A good poem.

[Relic]

asthmatic, wow. I've seen the fear in peoples eyes that have had it. The desparation can be horrendous when the one you want is not there to comfort you. You describe things in a way that drive home the emotions involved. Glad you're here. Welcome to WC.

[Jamestown]

Absolutely terrific write! It's to bad always a day late, that's sad. Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Lina Lotus]

Thanks Jamestown. I appreciate your comment. I will check out your writes once I get the hang of this site lol.