All grown up and nowhere to go


Posted on: February 16, 2010

Just got home from Players… V tired. Ended 5th, but damn so much hard work just to break even. Inspired to write a poem… I shall finish writing it by 5.00 am.

The quiet of the morning makes me think
How everything has an end
Even the sky needs to touch the ground, somehow
You can’t fight this limit

And we only want things that we lack
So henceforth thus, do you realize
The yearning may be worth having more
Than the thing itself?

Also. In this dark you fear for ghosts and ghouls.
But fear them not, feel their envy
It’s really all you, scaring yourself silly
You imagine, you dream, you breathe, they can’t

4.52, 8 minutes til I wrap this up
Time stands still at dawn really
You can be anything, think anything these remaining minutes
But come 5 am, touch the end of the sky and wait for the sun.


2 Responses to "5:00"

i really like this poem! 🙂

wheee! 🙂

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