Perfect Timing

by

Sunnyone

Dark silence engulfs me, as I lay my weary
body down to sleep_
The effort is a futile one, for,
as my eyes close their scratchy lids,
I realize that my mind is not sleepy_
There are too many ghosts floating around it,
leftovers from the day’s journey_

I lie here, wondering,
why my path always takes me
to love’s danger zone_
Why must I feel the desperate urge
to fling myself over the edge of security,
into the black abyss
of new love’s valley,
only to find that I did bring a flashlight,
but the batteries are dead??!!

My mind manages to chase away the last thread
of relaxation, by flinging itself
back into my romantic past_
It’s a roller-coaster ride turned upside down,
and without a seat belt!
Then I see the carnival clowns below me,
and they each one bear a remarkable resemblance,
in the face,
to a love-once-known_

I bury my head in the pillow, not wanting
to hear all of the old "our songs" that
we affectionately designate
when love begins_
Their words and chords go tripping through
my greedy brain,
like tumbleweed fleeing from the desert wind_
The pillow wins at last_
It’s soft, cool caresses numbing my mind_
Pushing me into deep__deep__sleepzzzzzzz_
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz_
When the alarm rings!!

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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