Finally Falling

Dreaming stars and my bed drops away.

Blackness bleeds and burns blue -

beautiful.

Bewitched, I lift lead hands to catch the sky;

it slips away.

Sable sweep of light scald fireworks

On the crimson canvas of my eyes.

Broken, sleep creeps clumsily

And sinks me down

down.

World rouses - soft, slow.

I drown and drowse,

blurring the bright beams to nothing.

Restless, nothing fills me but

The mindless love of midnight.

- time to wake.

I took a Creative Writing class during my senior year of college and wrote some (very amateur) poetry. I've been having trouble sleeping lately for reasons beyond my understanding, so it seemed like a good time to give this a little polish and share. Also, to give credit where credit is due, this was originally inspired by the Sylvia Plath poem "Mad Girl's Love Song".

I took a creative writing class