Attacked At Night

   My thoughts have been invaded, from where I do not know.

    Are they divine or are they mine?

    Are they a gift or have they been hidden away and forgotten?

    They attack me at night, mind you there is no fright, just a longing to know from where

     they come and will they go.

      A simple person am I, happy to just pass by and let others shine.

      Puzzling to me to be awaken by such rhythmic debris.

       I lift my hands to the sky and ask ...Why?


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6 Responses Aug 6, 2007



Thank you one and all....

Wow. Words fall short. Thank you for sharing your gift.

Thank you Kazel, truely I'm no poet, I meant every word. This and a few others woke me from a dead sleep, I had to write them down or I wouldn't have been able to go back to sleep... Very strange. I appreciate your kind words.

I really enjoyed reading this, thank you so much for posting it. I love the rhythm of the poem, it's very enjoyable to read out loud. You should consider taking it to a poetry reading, I'm sure people would enjoy listening. I almost wish I could hear you read it, simply because I've found that usually authors read their own works better then total strangers, lol. :)<br />
Again, a great poem, and thank you very much for commenting on one of my stories as well. :)<br />
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