Awake

Another poem from a creative writing class. Written Spring 2014. This poem looked a lot cooler the way I originally wrote it. The words were put into "z"s , with the last two lines as open eyes.

The world sleeps,

but I cannot.

Eyes peeled open.

Red veins rakes

across blank canvases.

To be one

with the night,

my only dream,

but I cannot.

The world awakes.

I must wait another day.

I another day, must wait.

Author's Note

All constructive thoughts welcome!

Reviews

[Abigail]

Wow, another excellent poem. It's horrible when you can't sleep at night and your mind just goes and goes and goes.

[harshita]

short bt an excellent poem :)

[Janine Boiselle]

I glad you this this, however I think I can make it 10 times better if I edit. Any suggestions?

[harshita]

for now i don't think i have any suggestions. it is nice the way it is. :)

[I Am Svetlana]

I often love being awake at night, but not when I've been wanting to get some quality sleep. I guess I adore the feeling of being awake when most of those around me are dreaming.

[Janine Boiselle]

I understand the feeling :p