Fever
skin hot
mind numb
what did you say?
I'm not sure.
The colors are bright
My body shakes
The light is made of daggers
What did you say?
I'm not sure.
Twisting
Turning
All in knots
Life is here and then it's gone
My daughter speaks.
What did she say?
I'm not sure
I wake up in the bathroom.
How did I get here?
I walk to the bedroom and fall into bed.
My man asks me a question.
What did he say?
I'm not sure.
Tossing
Turning
hot and cold.
Body aches and
fevers turn
a simple conversation to
a war or maybe a dream.
What did they say?
I'm not sure.
Irrational thoughts are rational.
Dreams are nightmares and
voices echo.
What did they say?
I will never know.
I will never be sure.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Reflections of a Delirious Mind
Posted by Joann H. Buchanan on 12:24 PM
2 comments:
Beautiful.............
Thank you...smiles...I've been really working on my poetry...smiles...I'm glad you liked it...smiles...hugs...
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