| |
I watch their flitting bodies
They're clambering for their shove of space
Upon my window
Whilst I struggle to make
It through yet another
Night on the take.
An exhibition of
no rules
no waiting turn
no consideration
for a neighbour's fatal plight,
if they should slip
from their heighty position tonight
They climb upwards and onwards
Reaching their micrometer projections
Toward their goal
At the top of my window
In hope of discovering
That the light of my world
Can be theirs too...
But it's only a mere apparition
A position of fame, fortune & lust
A distraction from the remnants of expiring good, and
For all creatures of the night
All that morning brings
Is the shameless loss of mortal wings.
|
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
|
 |
|
|
|
Select a Random Work from Poetry
|
|