Midnight Prisoner

What is it?
That flames me with it's presence.
Like a dark horse it carries me
to places I have never been
and show me secrets hidden to me.
Like a raging messenger
and crosses the thickness of my thought,
stirrs my spirit man out of slumber,
sometimes changing my world.
What is it about the dreams of my head ?
and the visions of my bed?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Kendrick Avatar
August 26, 2009 at 5:56 AM
I am sure that is what all of us who are writing are feeling from time to time. I like the way you have expressed it here. Keep writing. Sara
Adeite Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 6:57 AM
hey Omolayo, this is a very thoughtful piece, inspiring and out of this world... yeah. i am proud of you sis. this is the best poetry site ever,,,, laughs. keep writing
Jordan Avatar
January 20, 2009 at 6:28 AM
Odolade - Excellent and clearly written message - Many times our dreams take us to places unknown - Great poem - God Bless, MJ
Brown Avatar
January 19, 2009 at 12:04 PM
Welcome to PoetrySoup. Keep writing and sharing your poetry with us. Love, Carol
Mac Donald Avatar
January 19, 2009 at 4:29 AM
Oopsie....Welcome to the soup, Ololade, you certainly bring with you some wonderous ingredients!:) Mikki
Mac Donald Avatar
January 19, 2009 at 4:20 AM
Greetings to you! This is masterfully done, Ololade. The profound imagery, feels to me, to create a crackling atmosphere. The "dreams" and "visions" can make great companions, though they do envoke a feeling of restlessness. Wishing the best to you and your! Mikki
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