Those blue ink words
Upon that page
Spark the silent
Fits of rage
That cage
The beige:
That’s mental clarity at that stage…
What does this mean?
Well one must be a teen
To comprehend
The message one does send –
Oh it will not mend
Tonight,
More than slight
Without the god given right
To sleep
To weep
For this dilemma's deep
So sleep!
Go sleep!
No words of wisdom could gift him content
So away in fitful sleep he went
Run ragged
Looking haggard
From the ballistic moment spent –
It’s sent!
It’s seen!
Up lights the screen
And fear and dread
Rips him from his bed –
She’s sorry!
She’s sorry…
Well then not to worry –
But sorry?
A farce it seems
From the girl of his dreams
It seems –
So don’t believe her –
Fever!
Leave her, leave her
But do not grieve for her –
Fever!
Just leave her
Whilst you have the fever –
Fever!
The midnight fever –
So leave her…
Fever!
Jack Growden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-fever/
