Verse 8: Balance

Balance

 

Sleep hinders my senses to focus.

Deprives are thoughts that linger.

Unbalance is the Richter scale.

Only leaves a temporary relief of justice.

Prevail in the long term to submit.

Fighting to stay alive keeps an advantage.

Unnerving is a quest to control the action.

Rushes are a tick and tock of Big Ben clock.

Blurs vision slowly closes eyelids.

Call-out a distant dream to perception.

Come with me, Muse tells you silently.

There is tomorrow, bid farewell today.

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

thank you for your kind review and
comments you left on my page and for
this lovely write.


I loved these lost stanza's lines here.


Blurs vision slowly closes eyelids.

Call-out a distant dream to perception.

Come with me, Muse tells you silently.

There is tomorrow, bid farewell today.



Blessings. kindred poet

[Glen Yumang Manese]

KP --- thanks --- this was a redo --- I did not like the first draft and gave it a more define polish...back when I wrote it...

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

Ah ok we are or own worst Critics so that is understandable :) It's a pleasure my friend. you're very welcome. I enjoy reading your work. blessings. kindred poet

[Kellyrose]

Truly enjoyed your write - I love the last line - there is tomorrow, bid farewell today

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Yes...at times things are better left in place..thanks again...

[Cal1]

So cool,now that's something else...Good job man...:).
You show clear,that the "Balance" is somekind the "perversion",of the Universe.
Smooth and nice. ;)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Glad you got something out of this one...thanks for your time and review...--- Cal1