This Godly Hour
It has wiltered
Yet its presence is still stubborn
Sitting in the corner of my neglected room
Catching my heart’s eye every time
I trip rush run doing my every day thing
Hope that it will spring bloom skip like it used to
But nevermind that
I hope you’re better
The Fairydoctor whispered that it would be
I didn’t know whether to believe her
Then the girl in the white nightie looked at me before she leaped
And her body twirled with momentum
I told her not to
I told her not to
They all didn’t listen to me!
Strings cut her deep
Everyone gasped
My heartbeat hovered like i knew it would
I couldn’t see any red blood gash pain
But you know how it is
You see it from so far…
Yet still feel the pain
Not physically
But emotionally scraping on your heart
Which might prove more torturous for some
The second girl still prepared to leap
Foolish thing! I called out with panic in my voice yet trying to maintain rational and calm
I told her not to
I told her not to
They all didn’t listen to me!
Oh baby it’s a wild world
It’s all mixed up
Flowers girl nightgown string white
Run skip slow down stoop crouch cry
But nevermind that
For i awoke swearing never to eat
Bacon sandwiches, cheese toasties and snickers
Before drifting off to the
Which is why i’m still awake at this godly hour
Godly, for ‘tis the time
The common black bird in my backyard sings
The elderly neighbours practice tai chi
The auntie lights her joss sticks
Its welcoming smell reminding me of Penang
My mother drives off to work
No wait
She’s left already
And i’m still awake
so u get all crazily creative when ur an imsomniac ehz..
wow… very nice. good stuff.
nice…….
interesting… & creative…
nightstar: yea i think so too!
shaun: really haha i didn’t think anyone else would get it… :p
uje & Zhillian: thank you….