Friday, May 02, 2008

A Poem Draft

Half Asleep in a Thunderstorm

I lie in bed at night,
a fan above my head;
my mind whirls round and round
and I dream that I am dead.

The darkness all around me
like a blanket on the brain,
my heartbeat in my ears
like the pounding of the rain,
I watch the world go by,
just leaves upon the gale,
seeing visions of lost time
and the lapse of every tale.

The darkness thunders softly
as I drift here in my bed,
half in the world and of it,
half out of it and dead.

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