All Mine
The Here Comes the Sunrise Sessions Part 1
Sleep skulks like a cat not caught.
I close my eyes and try to gently overpower the air with the almost silent songs that never stop.
The pretend quiet disrupts the dark more than the screams outside.
That part of the night when there is no one but me
that uncomfortable quiet, a guest that stays late
drinking and feasting on memories.
But quietly.
I scream it away
But silently.
Instead, it sits at the edge of my bed
far too comfortably.
The darkness
While I search
Is pregnant with all my prior judgements.
Fear you can conquer.
Regret will watch you die.
This cosmically insignificant time.
Stolen,
Briefly.
It’s all mine,
all mine.
How have I spent you, mayfly?
Your one day
was mine.
All mine.
About the Creator
Mark R. Cieslak
"Our lives are madness. Trying so hard to make moments, take moments. Nothing but pianos in a storm."
"I hear the singing."
"What singing? You never said..."
"Ah boy, what singing indeed."
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MMMMMMM as i read your poetry I’m overcome with much emotion and I am just hungry for more 😅