More poems by balladofthesadcafe

Witness

I wish you good luck,
at sleeping tonigt.
'Cause the things we saw,
will keep us awake.
That scream,
committed open eyes.
Bright as daylight's,
lighted night.
I'll run from my troubles,
till morning.
I'll have traveled miles,
but its no distance at all.
Considering how far you are,
but maybe thats a good thing.
I know I won't sleep tonight,
but I know you won't either.