LATE NIGHT, STILL SURVIVING

Hello
It's me again
It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk
And it's me again

He has the sins of his mind
Which keep him warm inside
Amidst the weary and the wasted
Such warmth keeps him alive

Restless
I've always been restless
I hate to move yet I can't sit still
Hours are endless

There is a thrush inside his head
An agony of wings
Panic beaten thrashing
A cage of singing things

Anxious
Still always anxious
Even though I've slowed right down
This edge is ageless

Laying low and watching
A million sub-plots hatching
Paranoid and paranormal
He scatters to survive

                                    By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[A hare off]

The two voices in this created a collaborative feel. They can be two seperate beings or all thoughts coming from the same mind. This is what I see, this is who I am. Great writing.

[Phil Roberts]

thank you.....and you're quite right. it's an internal observation, for want of a better term :)