Sleepless Revelations

Sleepless Revelations

A Poem by April

The news has said it's getting better,
But who on Earth believes in it?
Now, when all dreams are bound to shatter,
I laugh at such a lame deceit.

 

And I don't care this place is dying
Beneath my own fallen sky.
It is your life that I'm denying,
As you have taken mine awry.

 

I tell myself that spring is near,
But April never comes alone.
It takes me back to vanished years,
It brings the memories, once gone.

 

My hopes are buried in despair,
As sleeplessness has made me think.
And thoughts do always lead right where
The truth is dwelling. Chances shrink.

 

I've drawn a land of endless silence,
But certainly, I've failed to flee.
This place of never-ending violence
Will kill me, won't lose touch with me.

 

The laws of heart are my salvation,
Yet I can never get enough
Of unforgettable sensations.
I'm still alive just due to love.

© 2010 April


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I know what you mean about the way that not being able to sleep makes you think and what revelations those thoughts can bring.
Especially about society and how far it has gone down the drain.
I have two or three bits of writing that were the results of such thoughts.
I was able to really relate and really liked the last verse.
"The laws of heart are my salvation" that is a very powerful, deep line that wraps up the feeling of the whole thing nicely.
I congratulate you on a great write- your poetry is beautiful and tells me much about who you are.


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