A street light Dawn

Meandering fears of being alone...

A street light dawn

Is my awakening

There's no such fear

Than the light itself

 

The coffee ground winter

To enlighten the spring

An aroma of senses

Muzzled by my coffin

 

Does anyone know

That I am here

Not so far-off

All so very near

 

The presence of time

A clock stands still

No more ticking strands

A willfull pill

 

Knock on the walls

Solid as a cell

Intent on the escape

The time is now

 

There be a door

Unknown as may be

Legend has it

That we have the key

 

Reviews

[Tawny]

This one, I love!
Your poems are different though.
I can't help not to write stuff like in Massacre or A save because I find those kinds of things very interesting.
I can only write things like that. Its hard for me to write things like this. But, very good poem.

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

the second stanza is my faveorite it's very intriguing

[None]

This is so profound and I love the realization at the end that we are our own lock-keepers. A fantastic write about loneliness and what it takes to make ourselves less lonely--it's up to us not others.
A nice build up here to your ending climax!

[Jenny Davis]

"legend has it that we have the key" Oh yes, indeed there is a legend...yet I'll be damned if I can find it!
Excellent introspection :)

[E. M. Murren]

The imagery is powerful. Your work is quite dymanic. I like this one a lot. Many cheers.