Minds Ease
As sweepy wind blew
against my door,
A sudden ghostly chill began
to sweep the floor.
Wrapping the table leg,
I watched as it climbed;
whipping my candles flame,
I heard its whispered plea.
Rest your mind dear boy,
the pen has become weary.
Allow yourself one nights final wink,
before you become dreary.
She is all I dream of
and I write to forget her.
Rest will not put my mind at ease,
nor my heart will it please.
Copyright © John Walton | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment