breaking new ground
three in the morning wakes
me like clockwork
as if the cock is crowing at
stars falling from the sky
was it fever or dream
that shook me wide awake
both former and latter
leaving me in a cold cold sweat
I sit up & shift to the edge of the bed
my feet unable to reach anything
this room is not mine
and where the door resides
I can’t begin to surmise
how do you escape from a place
that has no address
and how will I ever find the sun
if there are no windows to open
or cracks in the walls to scratch
october two thousand seventeen
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3:00 a.m. is the soul’s midnight. it must be true–I saw it in a movie!
I have not heard that before – very interesting.
I get really annoyed if I wake up in the middle of the night! It’s usually the fault of the dog snoring away by the side of the bed reverberating the entire room , so then I’m doubly annoyed *laughs*
Really like the last verse, Matthew, it is suitably claustrophobic. It’s a bit like those dreams you would prefer to wake up from but find you can’t sometimes.
Yes, exactly! Thank you for commenting on this poem, Moz.
happy halloween
thank you and likewise
Makes me think of that casket of amontillado.
What a great story by EAP – hadn’t thought about it but certainly see the correlation now. Thank you
Great poem, John, and chilling, as well…
thank you very much, Lauren