deepundergroundpoetry.com

Wide and Awake

For so messy a tongue
in a body so young -
for such stumbling, stupefied,
neat bouts of mumbling;

for so heavy a mess
as the one I possess -
as the dead blurs of solitude,
heads hurt and bodies bruised;

for so wide and awake
and exhausted a mind -
how this life must have worn on me,
time brushed and poured on me:

never were eyes, though,
much brighter than mine.
Written by rowantree
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 531
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:34pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:11pm by Rew
POETRY
Today 2:05pm by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:14pm by nightbirdblue