Shaynna Bernal

Rookie (Octl-26-1990 / Douglas Az)

Bed Time - Poem by Shaynna Bernal

The weakness of my days alone
Caring sleepless place unknown
Gleeing that my two ends meet
Knowing what's below my feet
Having these grueling thoughts
Of past life sinking all aloft
I know my end is creeping near
Into my bed I wait unclear
Why hath this deed be branded upon me
Like burning light I cannot see
The voices screaming, I still cant hear
I lay alone my endless fear...

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (9/16/2008 12:17:00 PM)

    Nice rendition of transition between a poetic bed! Nice works Shaynna.I luvitt! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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