We get a fright
during the night
when we are unaware,
thinking of that awkward moment
thinking of atonement
and life
and love
and loneliness…
and feeling the cold seep in under the cover
wondering if you love her
whether it’s worth it anymore
whether it’s enou-
‘Oh! the door!’
the knocking stops and you wonder
and start to ponder
did it actually knock?
Or was the mind making excuses
so you’d stop feeling useless
and get to sleep,
it’s 3am,
‘shit’
YOU ARE READING
With open eyes
PoetryThis is some of the poetry I composed for a class called; Poetry: Making it Strange. During the time I wrote this I was experimenting with form, type and content, but I am fond of these poems and wanted to share them.
