Jane's Poetry Page
Wakes me nightly from my sleep Demanding to be heard Restless spirits, wakeful sleep Forces me to write their words Surreal dreams that make me weep Reality, its majesty blurred Questioning my own sanity But somehow enjoy that it’s obscured
Wakes me nightly from my sleep
Demanding to be heard
Restless spirits, wakeful sleep
Forces me to write their words
Surreal dreams that make me weep
Reality, its majesty blurred
Questioning my own sanity
But somehow enjoy that it’s obscured