Thursday, January 21, 2010

poem

Waking, in a sea of sleep
No rest is found here,
Tossing and turning are the souls
of the undead,

Walking, lost in a cushioned chair
Seated in a position of power,
Who will be the next to surrender,

Wondering, as the decision is made
Darkness now rules,

Light is a memory of hope
Leading to false ambition
Fading to energy,

Love is found in a corner
Hiding to retain itself,
Comfort may return
Waking, in a sea of sleep