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Where To?
Couldn’t sleep tonight
So wept instead,
Hoping to drown
The memories in my head
Four in the morning
Sleep still won’t come,
Laying with aching eyes
And a chest that’s hollow and numb
Pull open the cover
White and ink on a page
Accepting of words,
Tapping out all of my rage
Six in the morning
Tired and spent
Writing for hours
Yet the memories refuse to relent
Six thirty and violent
I just want some peace,
A refuge of sorts
That doesn’t require a lease
Seven and bankrupt
Emotion all cleared
Eyes finally heavy
Only to find nightmares I’ve feared
So which do I go to,
The darkness of sleep
Or the haunting of wakefulness
Where my memories keep?
So wept instead,
Hoping to drown
The memories in my head
Four in the morning
Sleep still won’t come,
Laying with aching eyes
And a chest that’s hollow and numb
Pull open the cover
White and ink on a page
Accepting of words,
Tapping out all of my rage
Six in the morning
Tired and spent
Writing for hours
Yet the memories refuse to relent
Six thirty and violent
I just want some peace,
A refuge of sorts
That doesn’t require a lease
Seven and bankrupt
Emotion all cleared
Eyes finally heavy
Only to find nightmares I’ve feared
So which do I go to,
The darkness of sleep
Or the haunting of wakefulness
Where my memories keep?
Published 2nd Mar 2013
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2nd Mar 2013 3:22am
2nd Mar 2013 9:44am
2nd Mar 2013 3:37am
go within my friend , where all answers are .... I hear me in you , once , and dared to look ....within .... some answers i still don't want to know .... but i will , if i want freedom
2nd Mar 2013 9:50am
You're right, freedom lies with self.
But then within is a scary place to venture. Its not often we see the things forgotten, soak in the shadows left to solidify becoming ghost that haunt in our waking moments. We too often conceal things within that were remenants of past, a scab over a deeply inflicted wound that at the slightest persuasion can pull apart and reveal the depths that bleed freely. Its why we keep to the shallow soil of self, relying on present to sustain future, instead of learning to grow from the drenching rains of past.
But then within is a scary place to venture. Its not often we see the things forgotten, soak in the shadows left to solidify becoming ghost that haunt in our waking moments. We too often conceal things within that were remenants of past, a scab over a deeply inflicted wound that at the slightest persuasion can pull apart and reveal the depths that bleed freely. Its why we keep to the shallow soil of self, relying on present to sustain future, instead of learning to grow from the drenching rains of past.
2nd Mar 2013 9:36am
An Ultimatum That Leaves You Stranded In A Place You Don't Want To Be No Matter Your Choice. It's A Nightmare In Itself! This Made Me Frustrated lol, Not At The Poem Itself, Just Frustrated Because You Dont Want To Be Awake But You Dont Want To Sleep Either For Fear Of Your Dreams' Darkness. I Think To Sleep In The Darkness Of Your Dreams Would Be The Better Choice. At Least Dreams Dont Hurt You, No Matter How Bad They Are. Memories Torture... I Loved This One, by The Way
2nd Mar 2013 9:55am
I'm sorry to have frustrated you. But I'm glad you enjoyed.
Dreams tend to take the form of the things I refuse to acknowledge; words, barbed hooks that sink into flesh, lodging there, trapping me in scenes and thoughts and emotions I dare not touch in the waking world.
And yet 'what ifs', 'why wasn't I good enoughs', those tempt the heart to shatter, beg the tears to flow and the facade to crumble. But there's too much to hold up to lie down.
It is a frustrating dilemma indeed.
Dreams tend to take the form of the things I refuse to acknowledge; words, barbed hooks that sink into flesh, lodging there, trapping me in scenes and thoughts and emotions I dare not touch in the waking world.
And yet 'what ifs', 'why wasn't I good enoughs', those tempt the heart to shatter, beg the tears to flow and the facade to crumble. But there's too much to hold up to lie down.
It is a frustrating dilemma indeed.
2nd Mar 2013 10:14am
NO, Don't Be Sorry, I Didn't Mean It In A Bad Way. I Only Meant That The Emotion/Frustration That You Portrayed Was Great...I Know What You Mean Though, About Dreams trapping you. In fact, I Used To Get Ridiculously Drunk Just To Be Able To Pass Out So i Wouldnt Dream About Things i Should Have Just Let Go
2nd Mar 2013 4:49pm
Letting go is hard, but I think we most often hold to the darker things because accepting something new, opening up despite experiences' say-so, trying to heal and let in another that could just as easily scar you, that's the hardest part.
I've learned to let go of the events, but the emotions, the words said, the betrayals - those like to remind me just how weak I am. It makes looking up difficult, makes dreaming terrifying, and allows doubt to become a consistant companion.
I've learned to let go of the events, but the emotions, the words said, the betrayals - those like to remind me just how weak I am. It makes looking up difficult, makes dreaming terrifying, and allows doubt to become a consistant companion.
2nd Mar 2013 8:33pm
I Know Exactly What You Mean. While In My Last Relationship I Learned How Every Single Thing I Do Can Remind Me Of Words (un)Said And Betrayal. It's A Tragedy That So Many Come To Such A Place In Life. At Least A Moments Peace Comes In Knowing One Can Be Reborn From The Ashes, Though. If He/She So Chooses To Be.
3rd Mar 2013 9:12am
