Wrong Morning

Wrong

This is the half time between night and morning, a wasted land,

so climb over the wire, a foreign arm smuggled on to my body,

my real body gone,copper light everywhere in my bedroom

and a bird tape running, there are ghosts outside

banging bins and roaring - this a half-broken moment,

there are demanding voices ,the sky is locked down 

watching out of myself, the stained paint on the ceiling, 

pictures of people from the middle of the earth.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

This is a sincere and concise poem. I could picture the scenes scenarios settings very clearly, abstact, disturbing and provoking....compelling too. Well done.

[Morrigan Nicole]

It has a verry creepy feel to it, but excellently put together.

[Tai Ryens]

I like the style of this, on first glance it may appear to be just a morning gone bad; but once you dive into the deep contemplation about it, it gets quite creepy. You have painted some awfully dark images in my head with this; and I thank you for that. Well done.

[JadeForever]

i like the context of this and its style. It is creepy I agree with the other reviewers. I enjoyed it a lot. Especially the first two lines. :) great write.

[MOON]

Scary write and yet beautifully told.Not a good morning.

[Amila Jay]

Wow. This is quite musing. Excellent write :))

[emmajoy]

a creepiness of words, a time of grey thoughts and noises trying to lure you into a place where minds are hung out to dry into nothing ..

not a good morning, not a good morning at all ..