The Game

by Empty Space   Jul 10, 2005


The sun is about to rise,
Yet I cannot sleep,
For ever lurking in the shadows,
For ever watching the others,
Playing in the dusty fields,
Sweat glisters in the morning light,
Laughter awakes the birds,
I want to join the game.

I can see some stars still,
Clinging yet to night's chill,
Hoping tomorrow will be better,
Hoping it will become easier,
To let things flow.

I watch the other children play,
I want to join the game,
I want to feel the heat and the tension,
I want to be loved,
I want to be wanted.

The sun is about to set,
Upon this rocky town,
I stand up straight,
Looking at the sun,
Hoping tomorrow will be better,
Hoping it will become easier,
To let things flow.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Marjan

    All of it was good but the line that caught my attention was nothing but:
    -Laughter awakes the birds-
    Your use of the word ‘laughter’ here seems very good to me. After all, a little laughter does awake everything and everyone. Doesn’t it?

    Marjan

    PS. And don’t hope for tomorrow to be better. Just WANT it to better, and it will be.

  • 18 years ago

    by Fighter (Ariane L.)

    wow... im speechless...

  • 18 years ago

    by Mild insomnia

    hmmm.... not my favourite - i must admit, but still good :)

    emma x

  • 18 years ago

    by Marjan

    well presented. I enjoyed reading it.

  • 18 years ago

    by Wintersolstice

    In honesty I prefer your first poem but this one is still good. Looking forwards to reading more of your work and I have put you on my fave list.

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