Lying and broken
Still and unspoken
Sleepy and weepy
Exit music for me
Sounds and stories whisper
Melodic voices allay my fears
Music in my ears
My exit music I hear
Flash backs of car tracks
Eyes tinted red
Stirs my thoughts
I could have been dead
Shouting and screaming
Fighting my saviours
Moment of madness
Fuels strange behaviours
Blue machine at my knees
Running away
To another day
In a roundabout way
I see a face with tears
A mirror of fears
A mime of silent screams
The worse of my dreams
Sleepy and weepy
Lying and broken
Don’t take me away
To that rotten day
(Sept 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem