Nineseventeenpm
Nineseventeenpm
Deep sleep at nine seventeen pm
A misbegotten dream that jarred my rest
To wrest my soul from and enter the past
The time of my youth when I was just NINE
My grade school of woe with no friends in sight
At SEVENTEEN years less demons to dwarf
To wake up in age my sadness in time
But stirred up at nine seventeen am
And squinted to rub the rheum from my eyes
And stretch out my arms to see the bright sun
A P rivate M essage has been sent to me
That offers me hope and my thoughts are free
My muse is alive till it’s time to sleep
Nineseventeenpm Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
July 4, 2018
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2018
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