Neon Lights Poem by Aldo Kraas

Neon Lights



In new york where I live across the streets
Are the horrible neon lights from the top of the restaurants that keeps On
And it shines on my bedroom window by keeping me up all night
But when I turn the lights of my bedroom the make my bedroom also Feel
So romantic in the dark and it keeps getting later
By then I have to take 4 lorazepan with a glass of wine
And sometimes when I sleep I dream and other times I just l hallucinate
By hearing voices of my loved ones or my friends in my head that are Telling me to do things that are not right
So I refuse to do them

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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