Hole

I cannot sleep for restlessness,
As my heart beats much too fast.
In the midst of the silence of my home,
Of all the creatures, I fall asleep last.

Heart pounds as she dances through my brain,
Head throbs as I hear her voice.
I stare up at the pitch white ceiling,
And it's time to make a choice.

Do I tell her just how I feel,
Can I face that firing squad?
Will she see my as a knight on horseback,
Or just a wee bit odd?

I don't know, but I still can't sleep,
As she tortures my very soul.
I best be getting this over with,
Before I fall into this hole.

Reviews

[richom]

As I proceed through your poems, this is my favorite so far. Very entertaining and cleverly phrased. Nearly everyone can relate to this, having experienced it at some point in life. I especially enjoyed your pairing of "Can I face that firing squad?" with "Or just a wee bit odd?" Excellent writing.

[Will]

Thank you, Rich. I like this one too, as it meant a lot when I wrote it. I hope you continue to enjoy

[Rita L. Sev]

Will she see my as a knight on horseback,
Or just a wee bit odd?

:) I love these lines - personally, I would love to be pursued by the knight, AND the oddball...

Great flow and rhyme here - I get the feeling that this one came to you pretty smoothly. Very good, Will!

[Will]

A knight with a goofy side seems to be a popular choice. This one came all at once, finished it up all polished in about 5 or 10 minutes to be honest. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading & reviewing as always :)