A flood of thoughts, unspoken
A chord of silence, broken
Waves of innocence grow too deep
Babbling fears are woken
Am I lost or found? Surrounded
I can only hope not to fall asleep.
Day Dreaming
A flood of thoughts, unspoken
A chord of silence, broken
Waves of innocence grow too deep
Babbling fears are woken
Am I lost or found? Surrounded
I can only hope not to fall asleep.
JenniferB, 4 months ago
strangely enough… I think I understand this one. :)
Your writing has a push/pull feel to it, filled with contradictions, like with each word you say and piece of yourself you give, you take back again to reclaim and covet, like you never intended it to be put out there in the first place.
In short – great. :)
LisaG, 4 months ago
I find sleep holds the same as wakeful hours….
so no fear of sleep, here..
Nice work, Hudson
Imogene Munday
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4 months ago
glad you were inspired :D
nice work
hudson roper in reply to LisaG’s comment, 4 months ago
its a matter of where you fall asleep. falling asleep in public or in the wrong bed can be dangerous.