Treasure Island

Vidi Pudinkz

(Jambi, Indonesia)

a poem before bed


night seems endless for the livings
not every second even counted
upon eyes closed dark comes
of the nightmare not wanted

i lay before the sinking thought
writing things to realize
of the day just be sought
even tomorrow be only a haze

words poured down in black
of something felt scattered
time is thing could not back
of nothing could be stopped

life ends every time everywhere
as the night end before bright
if tomorrow does not be there
here the poem ends after sight

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2012

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the end of night, the end of the closing eyes, dream or life?

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