Sunday, 17 August 2014

Weekend Psychic

Toss and turn
Weary eyes had rest none
Reality and big dreams plan on
Oh how I wish ....

Midnight the clock struck
Yawning all to myself
Restless thoughts kick in
This feeling I detest.

It surely doesn't get better
Days go on and on
Always waiting in anticipation
For this thin cloud lining of hope

Pain and food
Two things I can tolerate intensely
But each time it's different
The humanity and compassion I posses  runeth over in my cup! 

Reverse Heart

Every conversation feels like a breakup And every poem feels like another goodbye What is the meaning of this? A constant reminder stuck in ...