Lightning

by

Richard James Van Der Draaij

Lightning strikes inside my brain
My life now rearranged
How petty cares and waistful years persist
To hold me down, I suffocate,
My words are mixed with doubts and fears
And nothing dares come near
In times of trouble, auld lang syne,
Fill me up, daddio!
Could you even consider me
As someone worth an hour, or a smile,
A kind faint recollection
Of something older, greater
Than your everyday cares?
We could go hunting, you and I
I would track you down
And run away from you,
Both hunter and prey at once
As if we were some brilliant piece of organic machinery,
Interdependent and so on.
Forgive me for dreaming,
I know you are dreaming too.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My little Girl
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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