"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Thoughts Scream

Within silence
There is noise
It is the place
Where your
Thoughts scream
To be heard

Peace interrupted
By the mind’s
Battle for which
Thought should
Have prominence
A battlefield littered
With yesterday
Today and tomorrow

Surrender’s white flag
Thrown to end the
Conflict for the day
It calls for the thoughts
To withdraw so sleep
Can declare a tentative
Treaty of rest to prepare
The mind for the combat
Of the next day


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