Thursday 23 April 2015

When sleep evades me...

Write about the intricate relationship between pain and sleep.

(from an old art journal)

My Companion, My Curse.

At night,
Awake,
I can only think of you.
You fill me with fear and sadness.
Why must you torment me so?
I followed your rules..
I obeyed your restrictions...
Yet you will not forgive my weakness.
Your claws scrape along my bones, making my muscles scream.
Yet I must remain silent.
I drift into unconsciousness,
but you drag me back, kicking and wriggling into the silence of night.
My mind begs for rest, as you poke and stab at my insides.
I need to sleep to hide from your assault.
Yet you despise the relief it would allow me.
So I will not sleep tonight...
My mind will not be still....
I will create instead.

Enjoy XXX
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5 comments:

  1. The silence of the night is the worst part, as you get used to the pain and tolerate it, the silence bears down on you, taunting you. Haunting.

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  2. Very powerfully written with pain as the bogeyman that hounds you even when trying to rest. Thank goodness for creative minds that can work this into some type of beauty.

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  3. Wow. You got it exactly right and worded it beautifully. Good write. :-)

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  4. Oh, the desperation! You captured it perfectly!

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  5. I love that your poem captures the terrible exchange that goes on between speaker and pain. But I feel horrid that you know the details so well.

    My favorite part is the conclusion... for I, too, create when sleep is stolen by pain.

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