Poem-A-Day: Day 471

Rock Me Gently

Past five, 
feeling worse for the weather,
what a feeling,
what an endless night. 

We can't stay here,
we wont be forever 
to go down
before innocence. 

I dream 
sweetly
and rock gently
to sleep.

I've been used
to crying
and the games that you play,
And I carry on with a hole in my head.

There's more to life
than spills 
we'll have to get through.
Somehow I dream.