A short poem.
in days past i felt blessed while sitting just thinking those simple thoughts
that wrap themselves around my heart and push in, intertwining with its core
and eluminating me with a light i failed to know existed
Now i am back, that hollow core that years before struggled with an issue,
and now again i struggle, and try to endure. But the cause of all this misery
is not something i can understand
A pile of feathers one by one has landed on my shoulders, and at first
gifted with the ability to fly from these newfound wings, i now find myself
over burdened with simple thoughts plucking into my imagination and stealing
away my dreams
Even now i cant sleep, its those feelings before me, the feeling and the following
lack of feeling that rushes in and kills me slowly stopping before i can no longer
breathe just letting me hang on for the next quandry letting my fingernails
grind to the edge of that cliff then stepping on them so the pain is so horrible
but i am not able to fall off and end my suffering
Thats where i find myself now as the morning sunlight rays begin to tweak over the
oncoming trees. Thats where i am now, and everything else all that i felt and wish
to feel and all that emotion that so overwhelmed me and gave me strength
I cant find it now, it flees like a flame in wind and upon that notion i despair
i feel so insignificant and dont know whether or not, on that misery that i feel,
if that misery too feels as i do or if it just clutches on to pull at me
Perhaps the meaning that once was in all that pain and suffering has vanished like
and apparition and now all that is left is the enduring monotony, the tedium of the
whole situation plucking pieces from me until i am left with only what i need to live
and in bare bone emptiness i subside beneath all that i used to burry myself. I cant
help but question if now after all this time breaking down everything does not fall
into equal parts of happiness and sorrow, but more sorrow to balance out the feeling
or maybe my cards were misdelt, i dont know, i just wish i could shake this
restlessness.
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