Tonight

Gentle, rhythmic clicking of a hand wound clock ticking gathers my thoughts as night seeps into this tired brain.
Hours before sleep in the haunts of a day misspent, efforts to dislodge memories leaves nothing but emotions unworthy of repeating.
Here, between nights descending rush and days infernal crush I grow impatient with slumbers hush.
Ticking, unwinding spring gathering my thoughts it seems.
Bent on releasing each phrase born in mid slumbers rooms, nearly asleep this night I’m doomed..
Between worlds till morning I am found, with twisted, sweated coverlets to my bed bound,
Will she ill use me in another realm, or shall tonight shutter days fight and in sleep I be found..
WAM

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s