Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Lost in the Wash

I wake from a slumber deep
out of my bed I slowly creep.
Endless dreams are turned away
in my mind is where they'll stay.

Burning off the nites disguise
a lonely sun begins to rise.
In it's golden silhouette
one might think you could forget.

In the shower water pelts down
in my anguish I begin to drown.
Somethings won't wash away
for some help I have to pray.

Don't really know what I'm looking for
even on sunny days life can be a chore.
Today it seems to be perfectly clear
although I know grey skies are near.

Daylight is fleeting in winters grip
skies start to darken as time just slips.
Spurned by love hurts deep inside
that is one thing night time can't hide.

by rich jackson

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