Staring through the dark of night
I can just about make out the ceiling, cracks and all.
It’s a battered fading plain of white like a rolled up piece of paper
Flattened back out again. It must have witnessed
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this is definitely an original and it was sooo deep that it rock out loud. I absolutely loved it! ! !
introspective poem, full of wonders! very well written! Elya Thorn
Now THIS is a poem. Well-done, Sean and out of such ordinary material. Isn't it a delight to be a poet? . Raynette
you could of written this after a night of observing me sleeping...or at least trying to. I loved it! you mix some rather grand images in with a wonderful structure and word choice...well done. Always, Amberlee