Fearful Dreams
Submitted by EC on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 2:29pm.
The worries are born at night
they drip like sharpened rain drops
falling on my head and heart
a consistent drop will scoop out a hole
as if I didn't know, I do, yes, I do
I brave myself and catch it on my tongue
full of rebellion I drink it like nectar
cursing Mr. Fate and mocking bad luck
blog?
I never think to look down here in the blog box for poems. This is kind of interesting EC.