Bathed in a soft luminescence
burning the midnight oil,
the faint kitchen clocks rhythm
ticks away like a mechanical heart.
As the state of Virginia on my mind,
eclipses all other thought,
weighing like a stone in a pocket
of my melancholy mind.
My antagonistic heart stirs in me
the realization that many a time,
dreams have waded deeply into lifes waters
overcome by the undertow of troubles
silently slipping beneath to vanish
with resigned dignity. |
Submission Name: Mr Woolfe
