Poetry By Eventide

A place to experiment before being dragged into the big time.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Swirling

Swirling sugars abound Shivering as I walk upon the ground Fear, fear, future, and fatigue I tried relaxing and one productive rote activity drew intrigue instead writing this is taxing foreign, yet friendly, remains fearsome does the future Weakness does drown Sad, sorrow, tomorrow So fearful of sleep most precious slumber.