Look Up

MrZebra84 on Apr 5, 2009

Vague metaphors.

Look up above us

The sky’s turning red

It’s burning the sand

On the path that I tread

And I ‘m still quite troubled by what I’ve not said

It’s time to go to sleep

I can’t find myself here

All bound up with dread

Remembering deeply

The times that I’ve bled

And I cannot ward off the torment, instead

I hide inside my dreams

My thoughts render earthquakes

Inside of my head

I yearn like the lovers

In books that I’ve read

And I will remain here brutally haunted

Unless I close that door

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Comments (9)

papaleng on Apr 5, 2009
nicely done but provoking.
Darla Cooke on Apr 5, 2009
A very nice and interesting poem.
Christine Ramsay on Apr 5, 2009
I really like that and the interesting way it is written. Good work.

Christine
Kate Smedley on Apr 5, 2009
Very intriguing and quite deep and haunting, love your stuff hon!
Holly Eliza on Apr 5, 2009
interesting rhyme pattern and powerful imagery! =]
jdesormes on Apr 5, 2009
i dont get it.
clay hurtubise on Apr 5, 2009
Nice job! I like this one.
Thanks,
Clay
monica55 on Apr 5, 2009
A great piece, with a nice expression of very deep emotions. Good job.
Monica
Ruby Hawk on Apr 6, 2009
I think most of us have these dark places that spring open when we go to bed. You expressed it well.

Hi there!