Regrets of the Dying | Short Poem No. 25

These are the regrets of the dying

(don’t let it be you):

I’ve got this heart of gold.

I’ve got this heart that’s cold.

And it’s been getting old (numb).

But anyways,

I press on, on,

on and on,

I press on, on

but not getting done.

When will I stop?

It’s cold and numb

but I press on. on,

on and on.

regrets of the dying

And it’s more, more,

but my eyes are sealed,

It’s more, more

(It’s not yet real).

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

until regrets are the

only things that last.

Photo by Echo Grid on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out another great post about regret, “Regrets & Remorse” from Words and Music and Stories, as well as my own post “Cirque du Soleil Crystal.”

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How Much Sleep Should I Get? | Short Poem 24

How much sleep should I get?

I’m not sure.

But I’m stuck here

between a minute and eternity,

dancing with the clock,

listening to the tick-tock

tick-tock.

I’m cold

but I’m hot.

Now I hear the sound of

trucks driving by.

I wonder what time they woke up

tonight.

(Why do they think it’s OK to

make so much noise?)

how much sleep should I get

A soft glow fills the room

from my window.

These dark lights are also too bright.

My heart rate is high (and low).

I’m unsure

if time is passing

or if it’s standing still.

The sound of nothing is so loud

and air taps on my window sill

(and circuses fill my head).

My mind does acrobats

and covers the universe

as I wonder. . .

I wonder,

“How much sleep should I get?”

Photo by Cris Saur on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “Insomnia” from My Wall, as well as my own post “Daydreaming.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Epic Friends | Short Poem No. 23

Dedicated to all of the epic friends out there.

I’m waiting for you.

Where are you guys?

I’m here without you but

you should be with me.

We want to let the good times begin

because our lives are running thin.

The evening sun is setting

but we won’t let our lives set with it.

Epic Friends

So get up, get out, come here, 

we are waiting for you.

The evening breeze is sweet

but my girl is even sweeter.

The sun is setting

and our minds’ forgetting

all the cares that we held on to

before we came here.

The sun is setting,

but we’re just beginning.

Even when we’re gone

our memories will stay.

Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “You’re a Good Friend” by Kait King, as well as my own post “Love Ride or Die.”

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