Daily Prompt

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

So I sleep all day, and I sleep all night,
Just so you’re not far from sight.
What you sow is what you reap,
How can I live from all this sleep?
Sweet melody, notes and sounds,
Endless dreams, leaps and bounds.
It’s the only thing I feel is true,
The song I hear is you.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

This song evokes so much emotion
Does it convey my soul’s devotion?
Through the night I listen dear,
Only to these beats I hold so near.
One day I pray I take your hand,
Please hear my soul’s silent command;
When I wake I fear it may never be,
A song alone for you and me.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

Music to me is your sweet smile,
Your gaze, your voice, your smooth style.
I’ve never heard a song like this,
I’ve never felt this loving amiss.
When at last my choice is just to wake,
The terror in my heart overtakes.
I am deceived; this sleep it seems
Was only just a wicked dream.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

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One of these days these scars will fade.

Wounds will heal and pain subsides,

And the dark corners of his mind

Will never again be a part of mine.

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I live a straight and narrow life,

In a world full of angles and curves.

The universe is full of strife,

But I choose to abide my own nerves.

Discredit the forlorn,

And abominate the hungry.

Renounce the unborn,

And still there is nothing

That I can do to abandon my selfishness.

What is this mess?

I live a straight and narrow life,

In a world full of angles and curves.

And still there is nothing.

I am trifling-

Unimportant to this scheme.

Some spend their life longing,

To escape this scene.

But redemption will never come,

In a world full of angles and curves

Freedom un-won,

And still there is nothing.

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Some problems never find solutions. There isn’t always resolution.

I wish that I could find a way to make a better life one day-

But it seems I’ll sit here idly until I’m sick of all of me.

Not one word, no change, no situation could bring for me a revelation.

Why do I wish and pray for more? I’ll never move beyond that door.

I’m scared- I’m weak and without strength

I’ll wait. Just wait.

No more. No more.