like a cold shower in antartica
Posted to Poetry
by seajay1221 on 2004-04-07 11:05:00
visions of warm love
tread softly through sleep
simple and good they comfort me
then as a gunshot slaps my face
all of my dreams are now erased
"get up and work you lazy shit
it's quarter to five and you've slept in
seeya in twelve, and don't forget
you owe your happiness to me"
with messages so contradicting
it's not hard to see why i've been confused
as far as i know i'm only safe
when i'm in bed
not real
simply drifting off
away
