It Is Night Poem by Gabhriel Londe
It Is Night
It's dark outside,
But it isn't.
There is still an ominous red glow in the sky
At 11: 14pm.
I can see shadows
And silhouettes of trees
That bother my brain
And poke and prod at my thoughts.
There's no rest
For the nocturnal beehive
That is my mind,
Even though there is some semblance
Of its existence.
Things keep buzzing around in there
And always,
To no fail,
I am driven to bouts of madness
That are hysterical and hysterical
In the sense that both definitions apply.
But no matter how many bees
Or definitions there are,
It's still dark outside,
But it isn't
Because of that ominous glow in the sky
That is there because
You are buzzing too.
Gabhriel, this describes my writing mind to a tee... there is always a buzz in my head, driven to write, and express my thoughts, with a quest to reach out there... in this world of words... And touch others... I hope I can touch you with my writes, my words... for you have touched me... And It's like... Magic! ; -) Great Ink! ! ! -Kelly.
Beautifully penned and incredibly honest.... im sure, , , as a dear friend explained to me only last week in my moment of ahhh (we are all a little off key) and my add to that is now, of course we are especially when we are unable to sleep.....busy brains buzzing, beats staid and uninterested any day..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:19:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I really enjoyed this write.