Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2024
In the background
a siren
or
a car alarm
hard to tell with all that noise
but one or both are loud enough
to wake the dead,

I was awake ages ago
pains and such you know
too many late nights and
street fights
they all take a toll
but
I'm still rolling

wish the ache would stop
wish that noise would stop,

She says, darling
it's all in your head
and that would wake the dead.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems