I got through the day,
falling into bed,
afraid to sleep.
3am in the morn,
my eyes, I can't hold open.
Falling into a deep sleep,
the subconscious desires
of my soul
come to pass during the night.
Only to awake in the morn,
to find it just a dream.
Another day to make it through.
Eating but not being filled.
Dead tired from the uneasy night,
I fall asleep during work.
Sleeping I dream of sleeping.
Having slept, I awake,
to find I haven't rested.
Again I fall into bed,
knowing even if I sleep,
I shall find no rest.
During the night
I dream of you,
again.
You, my impossible dream.
I dreamt it turned out different with us.
Again I awake in the morn,
about to cry,
knowing it was
only a dream,
never to come true.
Author notes
"In the grey area between night and day, in the transition between awake and asleep, lies the world of dreams, a world of strange juxtapositions, of fears and loves, of the subconscious desires of the soul." - Leila Kubba Kawash
A contest entry
- Echo by Pamela A Lamppa.
5250 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how is it?
Comments
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Very good
Yes bewtween world is where joy and sadness often walks hand in hand
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Indeed within that gray area between awake and asleep. When I see entries of this caliber from one so young, I am hopeful for the brighter tomorrows that will be in the arms of today's youth.
Your images are crisp, but even more so are the emotions expressed. That gnawing gnarling when your mind won't stop thinking about its heart's desire. Keeping you from sleep and effectively handling even the most mundane of tasks.
The why is evident, loss of love, the dream the hopes, dashed out of reach, only to be lived again and again in a restless dream state.
You have touched the prompts beautifully in this piece. Thank you for a splendid entry and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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but WHY is she restless?
that's the point
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