Wee Hours

Wee Hours

by Kamila More Cabisada (1963 – )
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Listless

Ears ringing

Eyes straining

In the dark

To see

meanings

Clanging noise

Keeps mind alert

Heart quieted by words

From an old manuscript

For life.

A writer Thinks

Feels

Lives

In a self-made

Closet

He wonders

What lies dusty

On bookshelves

In Cupboards

Key chains

Dried leaves

Soiled sheets

Bedsores

Furuncles

Dead ants

Beating hearts

And seeks to find

Letters

syllables

Sounds

to paint

Visions

Images

Of life