Clock
Slept in
to 10:23 a.m.
Needed it.
Asa was talking to me
at 6 a.m.
I was so tired
I couldn’t respond…
And,
they,
my dreams,
were pulling me back
into them.
He wakes up,
between 4 and 6 a.m.
each morning,
to feed
his business and financial anxieties.
He lets the reins of
negativity and hopelessness
loose,
and the beast
of despair
plunges him into
conflicted mindstreams.
He hurls rocks toward
himself,
as he projects
frustration,
into his opening hours
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
I can dig it; we all cast a rock or two and more often wisely strike ourselves and no one else who might not under the need or indeed the metaphorical truism!
So true Henry; we must watch our aim. Thanks for visiting today and leaving me a great response!
Great poem, always amazing imagery Nicole!
Thanks Lisa… I love getting your feedback! xoxo
Fantastic imagery, this sounds like a very dysfunctional relationship indeed.
Thank you so much for viewing my poetry and photography… and especially for taking the time to send me a note… I greatly appreciate it. 🙂