Sleep, the Enemy I Crave
Sleep, the enemy i crave.
We fight our constant battle,
as i drift into disturbed fit full
dreams that mock my
memories and fears.
Coughing in the sick,
grey dawn and the horror,
ah, the horror of knowing
i'm one day closer to death.
The dream inside the dream,
and mysteries whispered in
the still morning hours,
when the sky is blackest.
When the ancient ghosts
taunt my soul, remember!
Sullen, soggy clouds echo
my swollen, wandering mind,
and the stench of fear,
washing over my thoughts.
Wave after wave of
the same old weird trip.
Knowing there's no home,
nothing to go back to.
Too many doorways know
the memory of my shadow.
Each one of them keeps a
little piece of me .
When i've turned my back,
gone, gone away, away.
Misery, old bones where
my marrow used to be,
he leeches my strength,
and i start to lose,
all i thought i had won.
So i toss and turn in
the stinging awareness
that it was all a lie, a lie.
No remorse, no relenting.
Turn too many corners,
and soon you are lost.
We fight our constant battle,
as i drift into disturbed fit full
dreams that mock my
memories and fears.
Coughing in the sick,
grey dawn and the horror,
ah, the horror of knowing
i'm one day closer to death.
The dream inside the dream,
and mysteries whispered in
the still morning hours,
when the sky is blackest.
When the ancient ghosts
taunt my soul, remember!
Sullen, soggy clouds echo
my swollen, wandering mind,
and the stench of fear,
washing over my thoughts.
Wave after wave of
the same old weird trip.
Knowing there's no home,
nothing to go back to.
Too many doorways know
the memory of my shadow.
Each one of them keeps a
little piece of me .
When i've turned my back,
gone, gone away, away.
Misery, old bones where
my marrow used to be,
he leeches my strength,
and i start to lose,
all i thought i had won.
So i toss and turn in
the stinging awareness
that it was all a lie, a lie.
No remorse, no relenting.
Turn too many corners,
and soon you are lost.
Published by David Lanier
Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye... View profile
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8 Comments
Post a CommentProfound poem- very cool!
Superb closing line! Excellent tone and originality in exploring this theme.
Wondeful!!!
"Turn too many corners, and soon you are lost."...great line.
Nice work, David. Deep thoughts put to writing has always caught my attention.
Found on Digg, Dugg and came to enjoy the read. Powerful.
Wow - this is great - I go to bed at night now not thinking of tomorrow and what I have planned but trying to calculate how much more time I have on earth before I die. Sad isn't it.
Great imagery.