Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2010
While I’m awake late listening to silence, words come to mind not vivid enough to define.
Too final to think about being over this
Soon
At times I can’t tell if it’s a dream but I always awake suddenly.
(c)2000 wayne andrew paskell
Written by
wayne paskell
427
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems