Until Day.

 

 

Until Day.

Oh Sleep, blesséd eraser
of anything
painful, hard or serrated,
you smoother
of all things feeling rough,
cover me over
in enough soothing cream
to remind me
that troubles can melt into
dreams, for
lightning found and hit me
tonight like
a frightful assassin, attack
from behind
stabbed me in my back now
to my knees,
shiveringly near to fear and
desperation it
has produced an ill-at-ease.
Sleep, be my
ally, please lie with me until
day, embrace me
in hazy unconscious relief
then release
me when better able to fight.
Right now I
am tired, such bad news has
confused freedom
of thought, faith abused, now
I need time
for re-alignment, so sink me
Sleep into your
blankness, reduce my anxiety
douse the fire
of resentment, relax the intent
for dire revenge
and kill my recent insensibility,
Sleep, keep
me with you until I see clearer
what is the
wisest to do, float by me your
boatful of lullabies,
Oh Phantom I know that most
welcome land
awaits so take my hand, then
float me away

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You state here so eloquently how bad news can strike like a thunderbolt leaving a person almost shell shocked, not knowing what to do next. Those times can be exhausting on the mind and yet sleep which would temporarily ease the pain, is hard to come by. Many is the time I have been in that place, begging that sleep would come to me to obliterate for a while what is hard to endure. Anything to float away. Your poetic expression here is excellent. A superb write Fay.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

You honour me Chris in that my few emotive words brought back memories of challenges where sleep was nowhere to be seen........ and yes I have been there and done that too........ many thanks dear friend.

[barleygirl]

Being a wild insomniac myself, I wouldn't cry out for sleep to save me from anything, becuz it won't. That aside, your poem is amazingly creative in terms of how you convey the sensations of being shocked & feeling revenge, both as a straightforward expression of where this narrator is coming from, but also laced with intense-feeling imagery. I prefer a straightforward storyline myself, but I also love showing thru imagery as you've done here. The roiling, grinding, endless waves of intensity pour forth from your lines (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

Your view from the realms of perpetual insomnia adds so much to these few fervent lines - - gratitude Margie for the visit and review of what bust out of my pen one night when intensity got too heavy to bear inside - - masses of thank yous my friend.............. snuggly hugs ....... Fay. x

[R.E. Ray]

Fay, insomnia makes the worst days and nights near horrific. How many times we lie in the dark, dreaming of sleep, its peace, its escape, wanting only to wake well rested, the sun streaming through the blinds. You paint an image here packed with emotion. The art makes your poem even more compelling. A remarkable work.

[Fay Slimm]

Your reflective perception on results of missed sleep adds to the feel I tried to describe in Until Day and a big thank you my friend for your visit and encouraging review.

[Lorry]

The great reprieve from pretending everyday life makes any sense and we are not all just a bunch of kids who grew up wondering if there is really any real grown ups around.
No matter what dreams and even nightmares enter our minds, it is rarely more confusing and strange as what reality throws at us.
Personally, my waking life consists mostly of daydreaming about my bed and how soon i can return to my cocoon.
Your last line is a great way to end this... And possibly begin part two of what could be a saga, taking you from sleep to waking.
Me likey 😀

[Fay Slimm]

Good that the write inspired your interesting review of sleep and its attraction dear Lorry - - thanks a mile for dropping in for a read.