“Sto…p!”
Waking up from sleep with a fitful fright,
As though I had a nightmare.
It was only the sound of traffic at night,
Making me fear and stare.
“Alri…ght!”
Jumping up from my flat mattress,
Like someone possessed.
I know I can’t suppress,
The words scourging to be expressed.
“Ou…t!”
Where the night is alive,
With men noisily swarming the stream of life;
As they walk and run, cycle and drive,
Each wearily carrying the weight of his life.
“Enou…gh!”
You either kill or be killed by your worry;
Or else live as a tortured savage;
Who hangs down in gloom and slavery;
Though happily saluted for resilience and courage.
“Plea…se!”
“Lose your worries stuck on you like glue;
Let your spirits for once swim away in the stream.”
“I am also a frustrated man like you;
But letting go, back to my sleep and dream.”
Epilog….zzzZzzz:
I was never born for this –
Sleeping like an exhausted man on the brink of collapse;
My house was built out on the beach of peace –
Where life doesn’t shrink or elapse.
I Feel Shadows 