While You Sleep (New) - Poem by Alison Rosalie
leaves lay fragile and scattered,
sprawled across cement steps.
tip-toeing, i make my descent.
the air is empty and breathless.
opalescent clouds veil the moon.
i can hardly see the stars.
i wonder if you're conscious
or merely pretending to be:
bleeding beer, breathing thc,
speaking cocaine and feeling ecstasy.
while your mind secretly dreams
if you think of me.
my skin smells of sulfur.
my back is sore from bending forward
and staring into the jittering screen.
mistaken by the moon's tender reflection,
moths plummet head-first into puddles.
a train somewhere sighs
as hazy caws fall to sleep.
Comments about While You Sleep (New) by Alison Rosalie
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You