I'm an insomniac
far from complaining
I create multiple verses
in the microcosm of letters and words
I will let loose my demons
and cut my veins of ink
I intended torches to light up my cave
and your name comes to my intellectual capacity
I want to be in abandon when I'm with you
I want to write positively for one and instigate hope
it's possible that I can't sleep cause your the dream that lives in my reality
so I write and write and write some more.
because I'm guilty of intelligence
a thousand moments inspired
about love and loss
finally I have reason to smile and justify your beauty.
Your the poem that defies and persists
But your my love and I can't deny
Splashing verse on a page is my nightly legacy.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
