Monday Poetry

Wrapped in the silent dark,
layers of gray, slivers of streetlights,
the restless dream of greatness.

In shadows lay desires,
mindful of the consequence,
change is a difficult beast.

Hands hug the torso rough,
a squeeze confirms consciousness,
a sigh affirms the impatience.

Threads of light announce the dawn,
another sleepless encounter passes,
one more day to screw on a happy face.


Cathy Olliffe said...

And isn't that the loneliest thing I've ever read.