Awake

The Sandman
Is late tonight

These tangled thoughts will take some unravelling

I stare at the blackness, my mind still travelling
A road quite ordinary

Questions pose
And answers elude capture

I edit my day of dismembered memories

As if they may be viewed by someone else

The highlights of a low light Saturday.

Fast forward to Sunday lunch with you.





Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-04-10 at 03:40

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Kathy Lockhart
Precisely! So well described, each tat and tiddle. If its not what was, its was is to come. insomnia is a bitch.
2016-05-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. Isn't that the way things go? We're always remembering or anticipating. The present never seems worth considering.
2016-04-10