My Restless Nights
To my plundered mind...
As with sense of directions
With anger in the air
Make lovers of this confessions
Twas night it was-eyes wide open,
Lack of sleep I was, put truth to my indication
With loss of love-now thinking of hate
With violent thought-now screaming re-take
What brought this love so soon?
This I ask with agony
What brought this pain?
This will usher in samphony.
But with love-now I long to see it more
And with this hope-this will bring happiness For sure
BrokenHeart2009 commented on My Restless Nights
12-30-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love...a foolish game. | 1 | 03/08/2012 |
| My Restless Nights | 1 | 12/30/2010 |
| Dream A Little More | 0 | 12/30/2010 |
| Amazingly enough | 3 | 08/26/2009 |
| To Her Love, With Much Goodbyes! | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| A penny for a lonely soul | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
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