Night Owl

7 07 2009

When I wake up
the sun’s going down,
last bit of light is cast
through the window
gold on the walls.

Dressed or undressed
doesn’t really matter
I spend the night
distracting myself
till the day rises again.

Abrasive, it reveals
my cottage cheese underbelly –
a coward’s gut.
Doubts and Fears
are gnomes in the corners
that can’t hide in daylight.

Which is why
I shut tight my eyes
and try to sleep the honest day away.




2 responses

8 07 2009

I love this poem. Good stuff. Keep writing!

16 07 2009

Wow…The appraisal….intense..I dig this..

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