I write poems after listening to a song….

Outside another sleepless night,
Keeping my mind tussling and my body aching and tight,

Left with the thought of the coming summer heat,
A reminder of a life so incomplete,

Another day another fall,
Chasing shadows on the wall,

They say the measure of a life is about its sum,
It’s not how you start or how hard one beats the drum, it’s all about the finish, the full spectrum,

Sleep doesn’t come easy to a soul which craves depth and feeling,
Often left with memories I recall which leave me reeling, a soul stealing,


For a solitary soul with much to bear,
Life often becomes a repeating nightmare,

There is often a hefty price to be paid for seeking the truth and for remaining constantly aware,
Left with dreams which don’t make any sense but only shake and tear,

Should I choose empty bliss and a dead conscience I often think,
Is this the key to sleeping as the world slowly sinks?

Maybe the oblivious ones sleep better at night,
In the grand scheme of things maybe I’m wrong and they’re right?
Is there a reward for those who choose never to think, ponder or even begin to fight?