Piscine Kipling


Some brisk dawn days I climb out of bed awake
Watching the moments before life comes about
A sunrise that echoes out orange into the sky
Seems too beautiful, and brings a false peace
Other times I am tired from the night so I lay
On my mattress of warmth, heavy as a raincloud
Drifting into a vivid world that lacks light
I forget about myself and where I have to be

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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  • Ryan Walker (3/10/2010 9:47:00 PM)

    I love this poem, I can clearly see what you are saying, and relate to it as well. Great poem! !

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