The Hours by NothingNess
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Such late hours toiling away gathering and dispelling sentimental scenes The psyche understands what to keep and knows which things to let go The heart remains open embracing the flow Dreams rise catching the light waiting to be spun Wasted hours lying awake revising and stitching together forgotten dreams Countless hours wrestling shadows on these walls I close my eyes but the light remains bright At long last when I sleep will I really know peace
Comments (9)
CHK2033
I think I seen myself in those words. Very Nice..I really enjoyed reading this.
lordlunder
thanks. thats my situation right now.
Storm9167
Hm, if you're anything like me probably not!! Great words..
meico
I'm not sure about the waste ... though it certainly seems that way at the time. Later these moments become part of our fabric and can then be cherished. No consolation now, but trust me, my friend. Beautifully written, possibly your best yet [or at least of those I've read] Mike
eternalwytch1
Beautiful...we all have heard that voice at one time or another, and you expressed it so very well.
hipps13
Peace comes when we let go nice work
DennisReed
Bravo!
mamabobbijo
The hours are only wasted if we allow them to be. The mental sorting and housekeeping is essential, and so not really a waste. Lovely words well written. Thansk BJ
D.C.Monteny
A delight to read!