Friday, 15 January 2010


Dark thoughts fly outwards,
tattered edges of nightmares,
as day’s cold light dawns.
Dreams that fluttered like burnt moths
at the flame of my slumbering mind,
disturbing my sleep
and waking me,
uneasy in the small hours,
slip towards morning
and disappear.
I am left with a sense of something uncertain
as the day breaks.

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