What brings the night to bear
such weighted worry and care
that sleep eludes the grip
of dreams yearning to appear
and yawning gasps for air ?
Breath settles too deep
in lungs already fast asleep
while brain sizzles and burns
in a body which tosses and turns.
And thus, I leave my bed to write
of nothing even close to delight,
knowing I shall face down dawn
weary, drooped and drawn.
The words continue awake and long
for a place I can feel strong.
Filed under POETRY
Need is alive and well
clumped, clutching the belly
where it often dwells.
Need rises heavily
and steadily
devours the will
posed on the tongue
fearing disclosure
until the body is wrung
out.
Out of time.
Out of strength.
Out of courage
to speak one’s mind.
Then, Need sinks below
The threshold;
travels down the spine
all the way to one’s toes
which curl against the road
before starting to run
away with thoughts.
Need circles around
and around
and around
Need cannot be out-run.
Need always finds a way
to be heard.
Filed under POETRY
annarino writes 