Rest

There you were laying
Not making a sound
I was watching you
While you were sleeping
Then All the commotion
Streaching out inside
My brain
In the uncovered
Blackness, of ink creeping
And my written words streaking through
My falling tears,
Outside people were talking
My thoughts became on fire

by Howard Johnson

Comments (4)

Very well written and interesting poem. rhyming and flow are simply amazing. Enjoyed a lot. Thanks for sharing.
Very well written poem. Babies change houses. They reorganize every person's activity in the house.
...very interesting....nice imagery ★
I really enjoyed reading that :)