Down

I hate this hour of the night.

The point where I desire sleep

and these bones beg for rest,

Yet I fear tomorrow shall only 

provide

cascades of repetition.

Repetition I fear,

as it succinctly charts my path,

ever reminding me that a life is

where you have been.

And I have been stuck.

Stuck

Idling between daydreams, 

soliloquys,

regrets and memories, 

I find myself 

falling incessantly

as no footholds 

delve down.

I must re-learn how to climb,

or at least cease the fall,

Yet

I find myself

falling incessantly

as no footholds

delve down.

Author's Note

Bobbing on the surface, lost deep down.

Reviews

[spiritwind]

This is giant sized
went deep in every line and reveled in your thoughts
again your word choice lends a special aura
I would love to point out my favorite lines but if I did that I would copy the whole thing!
This is most excellent writing--I am favoriting this one--and jotting your name down as a poet ---a grand poet-- well worth the reading

[RFDIII]

Wow, that's a compliment if I've ever heard one! I think the hardest part about writing poetry is knowing when to wait. You won't always have something to write about, and practicing is good, however if you allow yourself to wait for the right moment, you can usually produce a poem in five minutes that is truly better than some you have spent hours on.

If my poetry ever becomes of published (Not that it is my goal) I will try to send you a copy. :)

[spiritwind]

You're right. How odd that I needed someone to tell me to wait and you up and said it... cue Twilight Zone music... I was struggling with a poem and I think you're right--I'm trying to force it... strangulation of poems so rarely works... ;)

[RFDIII]

Like I said, practice is still very good. Just work on something else until the rest of that poem comes to you!