I pray to crosses thrown
from streetlights through my pane,
that this insane refrain
will cease its hold on my brain,
and offer only sweet release.
How many shadows of shadows
must I commit to conversation?
From their corners of maybes,
with an abstract vocation,
to permit and submit
an elegy to sleepless mourners,
and these lids remain ajar
while ceilings remain mute to questions,
astute observations that these eyes
look like scars
rendered in the fabric of night.
While dawn approaches,
madness encroaches
on another wide eyed day.
Author notes
The theme is INSOMNIA!!!
A contest entry
- |NSOMN|AC POETS by Dray I. Disaster.
520 points, ended November 4, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honest Critique Requested
Comments
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A brilliant piece!
I particularly like the following lines:
that this insane refrain
will cease its hold on my brain,
and offer only sweet release.
and these lids remain ajar
I also like how you ended this poem with these lines:
While dawn approaches,
madness encroaches
on another wide eyed day.
I feel the insomnia here XD
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