Poetry Blogs (restlessness)
This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again
I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat
My heart wont miss a beat
The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows
And I must refuse to sleep
Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential
Thinking of things of old and n...
Monday 23rd April 2018 6:22 pm
This poem is about growing old.
The City Shadowed
I cannot remember my name. And
where I came from. Or when I came here.
I am not from this place, this city, and
its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,
its black shadow silhouettes
flickering lightly across blank walls.
Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish
cadences, and look straight through you
Thursday 16th February 2017 5:39 am