At Night

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    At Night

    At night when it’s quiet and your mind goes to that quiet place. Where do you be? Mentally? What do you think of, who? What are your dreams, your fantasy? What do you wish to become part of your reality?

    At night when it’s quiet and my mind goes to that quiet place. I’m at home in my bed wishing and wanting to be accompanied by grace. Gathered in frustrations on what shouldn’t be. Molested by insecurities. Raped by misfortunes, and doomed by miss educations of reality. Dreaming of what shoulda, coulda, would it be’s only to be imagining.

    At night when it’s quiet and our minds go to that quiet place. Where should we be mentally, emotionally and physically? What could we think of, what dreams and fantasies would we make realities. Could this become our destiny this unity of perplexity. Construed of misguided but provided information of feelings. But its night and its quiet what would you make of me?

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    jim2009 commented on At Night

    08-31-2009

    wooww! at night,with you would be all that a man would need!!

    poetikkk commented on At Night

    08-06-2009

    Nice poem of inner thoghts. You are deep and sensitive and have alot of things to say. Nice poem.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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