Make me dream...

A poem about lost love and heartache...

Why can’t I sleep?

    -or close my eyes?

I try and try,

-but my mind never dies.

Is there truly a field,

-where the peaceful lie?

 

Without thorns or rocks,

-to break their backs.

I wish for such a field of dreams

-but its dreams that I lack.

 

Because your smile,

-is a dream of bliss.

And its been a while,

-since I’ve seen this.

So that every dream,

-is a nightmare.

Because I wish to see you,

-but I cry when you’re there.

 

And so I stay awake,

-to stay away.

Days blend into days,

-with nights where I pray.

 

To have loved and lost is better,

- than to have never loved at all

Must have been said by a man,

-who never had to crawl,

Upon hands and knees,

-begging God, please,

Don’t take her away from me.

 

I sit and think,

-fighting back the desire to drink,

my mind on the brink,

-of shattering amongst the shards

-of my scattered cards.

I played my whole hand and lost.

I tried to sell my soul for you,

-but it was stained and couldn’t cover the cost.

 

Nightly, I remember,

Hospital halls, with blood on my hands,

-smeared with my tears,

Painting the face of a broken man.

 

I see,

-your image in front of me.

Painted porcelain face without a trace

-of the glow there used to be.

I was drunk,

-but I remember thinking,

I should have become a carpenter,

-because I made the coffin in which you were sinking.

 

It was a hundred degrees that day,

-when the summer trees would sway.

 

But the winter came early,

To snow upon your grave,

-and its never let up since…

The devil must have heard me,

-because a room in hell he saved,

-for this broken, shattered, Prince.

 

I wish I could lie,

-upon peaceful plains.

I wish I could sleep,

-without hearing your name.

 

When the sun rises,

-and I’ve still yet to rest.

I’ll stand and take a breath,

-and clear the pain from my chest.

At least, to the rest of the world.

 

How can they not see,

-that I don’t even breathe?

Do they not hear,

-the screams that try to leave,

my broken, shattered heart.

 

Do they not see the waters,

-spilling from my lips.

Because I’m drowning inside,

-beneath my own eclipse.

 

My lips form,

-a smile that hides

The breaking inside.

My words deform,

-the truth of my heart

That I’m gasping, decaying

      -falling apart.

 

Please save me,

-show me I can love.

Let me believe there’s a place for me,

-in the heaven’s above.

 

I spend days hiding,

-deciding upon my fate.

Am I too late?

I spend nights watching constellations,

With an invasion of thoughts

-about past conversations.

 

I can hear you then, so briefly

-whispering the wind against my curtains.

You would wish this pain beneath me,

-of this I know for certain.

But the wind always dies,

-and my curtains are still.

I’m waiting for the day,

-I find a love to make me feel.

To take me to those peaceful plains,

-and lay beside me on its hills.

Author's Note

Its late at night, and I can't sleep again. So, here's a poem lol Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Kelsey]

The beginning of this poem really pulls you in. A wonderful start, a beautiful ending, and an amazing in between. As always, you've blown me away with your beautiful words.

[MachinaWriter]

Yeah it was late when I wrote this. Tired. Couldn't sleep. Lots of thoughts running through my head, of course lol I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[R Townsend]

"Do they not see the waters, -spilling from my lips. Because I’m drowning inside, -beneath my own eclipse."

Great lines, well written. I often struggle to read longer poems, I made it all the way through this one. Thanks for sharing this.

[MOON]

Poignant lovely write, love and loss so well expressed. Lyrical write.. Love the lines, do they not see the waters spilling from my lips because I am drowning inside beneath my own eclipse.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, that truly means a lot. I really appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you ever get the time, I'd love to hear your thoughts on some of my other works. If not, then I still appreciate you commenting on this one. Once again, thank you ^^

[C.C. Marx]

Long poems are often hard for me to finish because off my lack of concentration but I finished and it was worth it! Heartbreaking and emotional, I think everyone can understand the pain of losing someone....nice work :)

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. Yeah, I've noticed that about my work. They tend to run kinda long, without me meaning them too. I need to learn more self-control in writing these. I tend to just let it all spill out until I can't anymore. Thank you for taking the time to read through all of it, and for leaving such a nice comment ^^

[C.C. Marx]

No problem I enjoyed reading it! Long can be good especially if you have the reader enthralled and wanting more

[Southern Cross]

All memories echo through the canyons of our mind..You must refill the reservoir with new memories to mingle with the old. New hopes can create new dreams. The poem was dark but so well written

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, that really means a lot ^^ Late at night, especially ones like this when I don't sleep, I tend to write stuff like this. Ironically, about my lack of sleep lol