The moon's sharp rays are dripping down upon me
as I stare at this blank, indifferent screen
and wonder why the clock's short arms tremble
as they slowly count the seconds of my life away.
It's strange that when I yearn only for oblivion—
for the peace obtained in sleep's cool embrace—
my mind struggles against the rest it needs,
worrying over should-have-done’s or could-have-been's
while I'm left to debate the unfairness of it all.
The words cycle restlessly through my brain,
vying for attention as they silently scream
against the repression of my ever-faltering spirit.
Who could have predicted the day when words would falter—
when Truth finally showed its face to the world
and crushed the hopes of all who relied on lies to survive?
Who could have ever dreamed that sadness would once again
strangle this living, breathing being, turning this heart
into something as cold as Old Winter’s breath?
It seems I wait only for the sun to touch the horizon,
ending this horrid journey through Night’s twisted realm
which vehemently denies me the passage to unconsciousness.
I long for a day when I can sleep before Dawn’s tender dewdrops
have left their taint upon the earth (gently kissing the grass
before softly sliding down those emerald spears to the ground below).
These dewdrop tears only remind me of what I have lost,
dissolving as my hope—which slowly slips through my
ever-groping fingers that ache with fear’s sharp desire
to obtain what is deemed impossible to most eager souls
(for we all know what happens when your dreams are consumed—
you drift away from reality, as there’s nothing to keep you there).
So now I ask to all of those who dare to listen to my plea:
is there one who is willing to sing away my sorrow—
to kiss away my falling tears until I find peace in dreams?
Is there one who will choose rise to this challenge,
or shall my pillow be the keeper of my pain and sadness
as I silently cry myself to sleep at the touch of Dawn’s pale light?
Author notes
Umm..yea..it was late when I wrote this. It starts out pretty good (I think at least..especially the first two stanzas) but then it kind of digresses and yea...the last two stanzas don't seem to work as well...*sigh* I'll fix it later, because I'm really freakin' tired right now, and it's finals week...bleh.
Written March 15th, 2004
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The reality of it all feels like my heart was ripped from my chest as I was forced to watch it beat before my eyes. The entire paints a gorgeous picture of the agony of betrayal, a knife that cuts deep. Our lies become us and consume us from inside. You are not going through this alone, at the very least we have our writing to keep each other company.
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Thanks a lot for the comments, I hope you liked it. I really like this poem. Very good imagery. Probably one of the best I've read.
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Aww..thank you for your comment..means a lot to me. And yes, I have heard of My Dying Bride...I have one of their albums "Like Gods of the Sun"..I haven't really had a chance to listen to it yet..that's all..lol..I'll do that now, and then you'll probably see them on my favorites list..heh.
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Wow!Im really speechless about this one...it really is so deep...so beautiful in its imagery...and believe me the all of the stanzas worked out so perfectly...I really loved those lines:
"Who could have predicted the day when words would falter—
when Truth finally showed its face to the world
and crushed the hopes of all who relied on lies to survive?
Who could have ever dreamed that sadness would once again
strangle this living, breathing being, turning this heart
into something as cold as Old Winter’s breath?
It seems I wait only for the sun to touch the horizon,
ending this horrid journey through Night’s twisted realm
which vehemently denies me the passage to unconsciousness.
I long for a day when I can sleep before Dawn’s tender dewdrops"
Really beautiful!!!
Btw I was reading thru your profile...you really got a great taste in music...btw if you listen to that kind...you must listen to MY DYING BRIDE....they are really so deep and sad...his voice is so deep as their music and beautiful lyrics...and sometimes he changes his voice from so sad and calm into death/metal voice as so evil...anyway if you dont know them..you really should...because they really are amazing...they play doom/death...
Anyway sorry for boring you with it..
Wael
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wow. you have so much expression in your work and you seem to work so hard at ot though it probably comes naturally and from the heart. i liked all of the describing words that you used it really helped to tell the story and convey your emotions through words. and i cant tell you how many times that i have cried myself to sleep because it is the only way that i can fall asleep because it never comes easily to me. but i think that the whole poem is great including the last two stanzas, so i think you should keep it as it is because its hard to fix a poem thats perfect.
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Thank you..that comment means a lot to me..thank you for actually leaving a comment for once
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I must say that i think the last two stanzas are some of the best work you've ever done...they're very beautiful...
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Ica
I really can't imagine what your going through. But in terms of the poem I think you should keep it like it is. The last two stanzas work well for the poem.
Mark -
Amazing write. Fix it or don't...its your work and you choose how you want it to be, but I think it is already very powerful and beautiful in its own way. You have an amazing way with words and expressing certain feelings so that the reader can feel it through your words. I caught some nice imagery in there. You have to keep writing because I'm selfish and I want to read more from you. Great write and you are a great writer.
~Bethany~ -
purrrty cooool!
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