For me, this spoke of nights where we are unable to sleep. Where the creeping thoughts of our daytime and reflections refuse to let us rest. To "Drink the blood of dusk."
Always like to wake up to the sunshine coming in my window. These dreary winter days it does not happen always. but better days are always coming ahead for us.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
A very well consturcted poem!
Mark
Nicely written with a nice flow...
Wishing you well...
Sam