D.S. Donna Who


Panic Of Night - Poem by D.S. Donna Who

The mind is never steady,
in darkest hours of the night,
Constantly racing,
but by itself in concordant flight,

Ideas ever flowing, from darkness until light,
Tirelessly exerting dreams into reality,
Explosion of thought distorts common sight,

The body feels so numb,
but the mind continues to fight,
Keeping the body from slumber,
sleeplessly overnight,

Like a merry go round gone wrong,
the thoughts twirl wildly in circumference,
Everything is so real, the memories are never gone,
the nightmare proceeds in permanence,

Now the thoughts are a plane, high above the clouds,
The landscapes change rapidly,
In colors, textures, shapes and sound,
Focus annihilated,
everything is blurred all around,

Daytime has arrived,
the body is persuading for sleep,
But the mind continues to revolt,
Waging war on its own


The human being is now an internal civil war,
Thoughts turn to gunshots, Friendly firing on itself
Bullets pass right through the body
questioning what died long ago....


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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