by cricketjeff on December 2, 2012. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Down avenues that even fools avoid,
I’ve left my inner voices free to ponder
Conundrums that aren’t easily destroyed.
When midnight’s passed unwelcome spectres visit,
Unbidden thoughts erode my sanity;
My sole defence to wake and wonder “Is it
Too late to go downstairs and make some tea?”
So many years avoiding making choices,
I’d found an indecisive way to live,
But now I hear the darkest of my voices
Demanding answers I’m afraid to give.
Each morning I awake to unheard screams,
The echoes of my unremembered dreams.
I’m not sure if this is right, too confused maybe.