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Cerebral Squall
When the night watchman
abandons his post
there is no sleep for sale
darkest thoughts slither
silently through cracks
penetrating invisible veil
all unresolved struggles
come out to play
feeding on primal fears
anger, frustration, irrationality
two hundred miles of separation
desert floods with tears
craziness subsides
as smoothly as it came
dawn breaks cerebral squall
but in the light of a new day
remnants of the night remain
try again not to fall
feedback van andere lezers- klaver4
alle good night watchtman obligatory get a training in a circus; as safety net supervisor for the trapeze artists...;o)
So they can learn when they are testing the boundaries of weightless flight :o)
xxx
Dicky
killea: ha ha! and at the end of the show he sings "Goodnight Sweetheart" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_Y1hcHnUrg
xxx
j - marrik
In het donker komen de gedachten en de spoken.Jagend op wat er niet zou moeten zijn (angst).
En waar zouden wij bang voor moeten zijn??????
M
killea: fear itself, I guess - you always ground me solid M
grateful
xxx
j - manono
I love the third part most!
killea: many thanks Christine
xx
j - hettie35
Heel mooi om te lezen,
groetjes Hettie
killea: thank you Hettie
xx
j - Mistaker
Don't be afraid of the dark!
Greta xx
killea: thank you Greta
xx
j - jan
the spooks laugh when you get frightened...especially when you run from them!
grtzz
killea: thank you Jan, though I would never run from'spooks'
xxx
j - tessy
graag gelezen
killea: thank you Tessy
xx
j - Hoeselaar
Als je maar geduldig bent dan komt alles wel op z'n pootjes terecht
Willy
killea: So true, Willy
xx
j
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