Early Hours

by Beautiful Chaos   Mar 9, 2011


It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness
The days angst sacrificed to the moon
Left behind with the turn of a lock

Surrounded by all I've loved and known
Settling softly into inspiration
Empty pages beckon me
Calling for life

I stroke the tender parts of my mind
Wondering what lay hidden
What shadowy memory will be revealed
Or will it be desires?

I am the pen
Ink, my blood
This paper is my soul
Waiting to be etched in words

I pray before the break of dawn
These words find me
While darkness brings me solitude
And the cruel world sleeps

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  • 13 years ago

    by Stephanie Tangedahl

    Insanely rad dude...

  • 13 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    THought provoking. Good word choice and use of metaphors. Great job and such a well deserved win. Congrats!

  • 13 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    It is true and fair to say that whilst silence settled into darkness, your day of angst successfully wilted beneath the soothing moonbeams. Your mind was indeed inspired as you stroked it's tender parts, revealing shadowed memories, or perhaps they were desires, who knows?
    You have written this piece so well that so many of us can certainly relate to it, but alas, fewer can recreate.

    Well done on the win, but better still on this brilliant poem.

    Michael

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