With your head in the lights,
and the lights always off,
don't lose the exit sign.
Follow the arrows
hidden within your memory,
it's not just another train,
it's your escape.
Like an old blanket
it snuggles you in its darkness.
The arrows slowly fading
as you sink deeper underground.
Filled with rainbows and butterflies,
it's easier on the inside.
The clouds and rain here
would bring anyone down.
This is the reality
and you've only got one chance.
Clouds will clear away,
but time won't wait.
The arrows will brighten
and the rain will cool you off,
the fluorescent exit sign is your hope
and the light only you can turn off.
1 comment:
Nice poem,I heard a famous poet say recently that poetry should come from when your alone and in a dream state of mind.It's the ability to put those thoughts into words.
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