Day 1 of the “write something daily” Resolution…

So I’ve just finished watching Sherlock series 3 episode 1: The Empty Hearse.
I’ve got a few things to say about it… But no spoilers on here guys! So I’ll just do a crappy poem instead.

In your absence, the nightmares returned.
Afghanistan, war, violence murder
When he was with you, he slept soundly.
Now it’s just worse.

Now he dreams of killing, shooting a man for you.
Of fear, of watching time tick by until the bomb goes off.
Of the look in your eye as believed him to be Moriarty.
Now it’s killing him.

He fears sleep because he watches you fall
Over and over again, just flying towards the ground.
He fears himself, knowing that he can’t save you.
Now he’s dead inside.

Then you show up, not a sign or warning.
He tries to hurt you, to show you the pain you caused him.
He thinks he doesn’t want to walk with you again.
Now he knows he’s wrong.

And he’s alive again.

Happy 2014.
Happy Sherlock Returns.
Shannon.

Shannon’s doing poetry?

The world keeps me awake at night.
The A38 whirring past my window,
There aren’t even any cars.
Its the wind rushing up and down; it can’t make up its
Mind. Does it return to Cornwall, or travel
To destinations
Unknown?
I do not know.

My clock keeps me awake at night.
Ticking in time with my broken heart,
It reminds me that time is passing.
I am still awake but the clock doesn’t care and it
Won’t stop ticking for me. Do I take
Out the battery?
I don’t think so.

My thoughts keep me awake at night.
Wishful thinking is a curse for any girl,
Dreaming about life.
Pondering the meaning of her existence, I don’t think I
Am ready for what the world. Should I stay
And hope some more?
It’s time to go.

To sleep.

(Shannon Brown, 16)

I thought I’d have a go at writing poetry. I’m not sure how good this is, but meh.
Two names at the moment:
‘Insomniac’
Or
‘I wish the world was silent’.

Either work.

Shannon.