Midnight Lamb

should be tired, but I'm not
It's cold outside, but i'm hot
My mind wanders, and it stalls
As I stare at these blue blue walls
It's dark in here, but too bright
I wish my day was my night
I feel safe, but I'm under attack
As if my old demons want me back
I shouldn't be here, but I am
I should be fighting, but I'm a lamb
To the slaughter I will soon go
And no one, save myself, will know.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Revolution Avatar
February 3, 2014 at 5:58 PM
I dig it! Very relatable -R.R.
Lamoureux Avatar
January 29, 2014 at 9:41 AM
I enjoyed reading this one again, congratulations.
Tsiluma Avatar
January 29, 2014 at 12:10 AM
I like the raw openness in this poem Juli-Michelle. How is a lamb supposed to fight? That is the question. When the world doesn't make sense it is inevitable to question our place in it and feel as if we're not where we ought to be. Well written piece.
Phetmoore Avatar
January 17, 2014 at 8:59 PM
I can definitely relate to this. Very well composed.
Lamoureux Avatar
December 9, 2013 at 6:42 PM
I wrote a poem about opposites and this reminds me of it. I like how you expressed these apposing ideas in such a cohesive way.
Clemons Avatar
December 9, 2013 at 12:09 PM
Brilliant piece in few words, Juli-Michelle. I enjoyed it deeply. The short expression of personal experience was great. Check out some of mine. Peace.
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