Painting glossy images of life and
laughter
sitting near the window thinking about what has gone and what could have happened;
folded hands in prayers restless minds over sleepless nights counting stars over wishes to push the button~ renew, restart and rebuild.
Alarm rings to wake us from unsettling nightmares
Chores and stern face to pursue for bills await and responsibility to ensue.
When the night crawls in
the cyclic pain begins.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC
Painting glossy images of life and
laughter
sitting near the window thinking about what has gone and what could have happened;
folded hands in prayers restless minds over sleepless nights counting stars over wishes to push the button~ renew, restart and rebuild.
Alarm rings to wake us from unsettling nightmares
Chores and stern face to pursue for bills await and responsibility to ensue.
When the night crawls in
the cyclic pain begins.
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.." ~ T.S. Eliot
