The muttled noiseThe lack of lightShrouded in darknessIs all sight, all sound
How to make sense ofIt all?How to escape?
Like a car on the highway,All we can doIs sit back,Buckle up,And hold on.
I think you meant to write "muddled"? Other than that, it's quite perfect. I especially love the last stanza.P.S.) Hay noticias de S.A?!
Ahh, wow. Absolutely amazing. I really, really like the way you did this. =)
I think, perhaps, this was my favorite poem of yours.It certainly is in recent memory at least. We'll leave any analysis of my ability to remember things out of this for now, thanks very much.
And to think I thought this was just some thing I whipped up in the car late last night with very little light and an equal amount of inspiration, really. I'm glad all y'all liked it!
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I think you meant to write "muddled"? Other than that, it's quite perfect. I especially love the last stanza.
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Ahh, wow. Absolutely amazing. I really, really like the way you did this. =)
ReplyDeleteI think, perhaps, this was my favorite poem of yours.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is in recent memory at least. We'll leave any analysis of my ability to remember things out of this for now, thanks very much.
And to think I thought this was just some thing I whipped up in the car late last night with very little light and an equal amount of inspiration, really. I'm glad all y'all liked it!
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