As I lay begging for sleep to give me its hand, physically exhausted and mentally tormented, I hear your voice.
The sweet and beautiful baritone, that tortures me relentlessly like an animal that never stops.
The sound of your voice conjures images that will never be.
Images, pictures I'd kill for.
I can not stop them, they come one after the other. Baying for blood, hunting the mind and preying on the soul. I'll give them blood, my blood.
It stops.
Finally
Peace
The animals tamed, the pictures destroyed and the voice hidden.
Sleep comes for me, and I accept it gracefully, clinging to it like death to a human.
Finally
Peace
Until The Next Time
Author notes
I don't think its anything to shout about, but what do YOU think? Criticism please!
A contest entry
- I wanna hear about pain.... by boydamaged.
550 points, ended March 3, 2008, 24 entries
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so passionately, and so very darkly penned, indeed...very neatly and very deftly done... I liked this poem a great deal... bravo... bravo...
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Thank you! I've got this huge grin on my face now, it is great to have a comment from one so talented, thank you again!
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