Sleepless Memories
Awakened by your voice I rise
From sleep so deep, I rub my eyes
And slowly start to realize
That I'm alone, this voice a lie
Brought by memorys gone awry
I can not control, though I try
Bringing pain I can't defy
I close my eyes, begin to lie
Hoping for some sleep tonight
I bid these memories goodbye
Along with pain I try to deny
Sleep brings comfort, though belie
So now I sleep, alone, goodnight
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Fearless in Death | 0 | 04/06/2012 |
| Sleepless Memories | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| Nightmare | 0 | 12/05/2010 |
| Death | 1 | 11/29/2010 |
| The End | 0 | 11/29/2010 |
| Desire | 0 | 11/03/2010 |
| Life | 1 | 10/28/2010 |
| Love You Always | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| This Love | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| My Hopes For You | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| I Wish (desire) | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| Always Love You (mothers day) | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
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