My sleep is no sweet slumber

but I am awake with fire inside

Don’t be fooled by my shell of timber

Inside soft waxy myself does reside

Though some may think it to be a riddle,

Others lonesome foolish words,

Those who play such a fiddle,

Know the truth in such reeds.



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Girija Dhar
    Jan 27, 2017 @ 03:22:22

    This  fire is the problem ,how can one sleep My tormentors have shifted goals n my opressors are running free enjoying life ….

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