Endless SleepA Poem by Not enough words on the planet...Everyone has a rough patch every now and then, we all get enough of peoples s**t every once in a while, when that happens to me I turn to the one thing that has never disappointed me; my pen and pad.Endless Sleep Words like knives, cutting so deep, I wish now that I could just slip into an endless sleep… Though at night I cry out and pray to the Gods to turn my life around; my loudest screams don't make a single sound...I pray that one day my path will be found. Now here I lay, in natures barest state, in the room one is supposed to go to get clean, still crying...hoping this is just a dream. As I stand, hot water cascading down my bare form, the searing liquid cleansing the open wounds and washing dirt from the long since healed scars, I can't help but weep; still ever wishing just to slip into an endless sleep. Damp hands turn the lock to my bedroom door, as I am unsure just what I am here for...because I have no breath left to scream anymore. Long wet hair presses against the door as I lean on the only solid thing my legs can move towards. Though I wish I could hide here forever, cover my window and door with boards, I still am unable to hide form the Lords. A thousand words and voices of punishment and expectations echo through my head and I feel my body go limp as it hits my bed. I cry, and whimper, and wish I was dead; as all peoples words echo through my head...like a cannon booms on a battle field. I wish I would just see my wounds healed so that I would not be the first to yield… I close my eyes but all I see are people secrets and lies, I wish I would just be the one that dies. Every night I scream to die, but no one ever hears my cries…no one ever hears the whispers pain I hold inside. As I lay on my bed I continue to weep; wishing I could slip into an endless sleep...but there are too many of peoples promises I have to keep. I cry myself to sleep but, once again...no one hears a peep; one day I will slip into an endless sleep… That is a promise I am sure to keep… 6/14/2016 © 2016 Not enough words on the planet...Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 15, 2016 Last Updated on June 15, 2016 AuthorNot enough words on the planet...TNAboutI live in Tennessee, I love to write, I'm a photographer, I love animals, I want to see what the world thinks of my work. ;} more..Writing
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