Thirty Seconds of Bliss

[The Ravyn]

It's one in the morning
sleep is eluding me once again
Staring at the shadow entrenched ceiling
warding off the demons with my number 2
It doesn't make much sense anymore
as if it ever did
I read and see and hear about it
every day, everywhere
love tru, love lost, love spurned
and I guess I only have one question
that keeps floating through my mind
while everyone else is bemoaning
the loss of love
or the unrequited love
the cheating lover
the loving cheater
and I ask myself ..
when will it be my turn?
or will I just continue on
never knowing how it feels
to love and be loved
even for a day, an hour
a fleeting glimpse through a drawn shade
thirty seconds of bliss

[thief of dreams]

wow.. this poem sure has an innocent outlook yes? almost like something you might have written way way way back in the days before childhood was shatered and reality came calling... hmm.. this for some reason is really creaping me out.. i dont know why.. but wow.. ok ima go now..
it just seems written from such a 'childlike' view? maybe im not saying that right.. i dont know how to explain it.. its good.. damn good.. but strange...

[buttterflies]

perhaps Thief means something like a naivete/inexperience of love...? hmm. i'm not sure either. but i definitely love the perspective though...the idea of not knowing what love is, and wondering when my turn will be.... yeah i'm rambling. ;)
beautiful poem!!!!

[Tom Watson]

One of the powefully written sad reflections of the strong and beautiful Ravyn...

Tom

[Friend_forever]

A beautiful write by the Ravyn...

very powerful... sad...

I loved it...

[thief of dreams]