Posted by Barbarian on February 16, 2000 at 00:28:49:
Just one more poem (read posts below this one) posted by DevilMoon that I really liked is this:
A roar, like the surging ocean,
fills my head with the need to sleep.
My eyes are closed,
my heart beat slows,
but my secrets wont let me sleep.
Like angry sprites,
they come out at night,
to chase my comfort away.
They tease my with questions,
and prod me with doubt,
they drive me to think Im insane
So, I lay in my bed,
confused in the head,
and wonder if maybe their right.
I mean, during the day,
I'm always ok,
my secrets come out at night.
DevilMoon, if you're out there, I hope you don't mind me reposting your material.. I want to give people here the chance of reading it :-)