The world awkening from its deep slumber. A deep slumber succumbed by the dark of night. Escping from the belly of the beast into a different land of eternl light. Breaching and twisting out of the mouth. Kicking nd flling onto the soft dewey grass. Wrapped up in damp arms, hugging and pulling you into a morning that will never come...
i fine this piece interesting...there is hope of the new day...awakening from the deep slumber yet at the same time, the damp arms pull us into a morning that will never come...
perhaps this is afterlife...
nicely penned...
leaves that open ended feeling that allows us to contemplate.
wow, it's looks like a quote, very nice poem, liked your ink flow. You know what here your words've spread out some light in my mind...because it's so powerful write.
depth, feel, light, dig, slumber, kick, pain, grain...n so on there's so good words you've used & each one has got it's own diff. meanin' . It's an interestin' one.
well write, beautiful piece...
carry on with your such kinda nice stuffs.
Very deep, eloquent, and revealing from within the depths of vivid imagery backed by powerful and profound diction used to promote a great theme. Great write. An intriguing read. :)
i fine this piece interesting...there is hope of the new day...awakening from the deep slumber yet at the same time, the damp arms pull us into a morning that will never come...
perhaps this is afterlife...
nicely penned...
leaves that open ended feeling that allows us to contemplate.
I'm a poet at heart, and I'm always dreaming. I love books alot, though I tend to stay away from most teen fiction and romance novels. I love classics and my favorite author is Ray Bradbury, who has h.. more..