Dear Poem (15/30)

The prompt for day fifteen over at NaPoWriMo (woohoo the halfway point!) was to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self...



You steal sleep

and hijack thoughts;

always the center of attention,

you're a mistress,

a mystery,

misery.

You impregnate blank pages,

sometimes abandoning lines in their infancy;

you are prayers reincarnated as ink,

moonlight searching for a home,

words seeking immortality,

deep sighs splattered 

upon a broken canvas.

I try escaping you

but you hunt me down

like a jilted lover

not ready to end the romance;

I secretly enjoy

the chase.




© 2015 abruvanamedsly



Poetry

1 comment:

  1. Poetry is a mistress who obviously has a strong grip on you:)

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