Sweet sleep..

Sweet sleep..

A Poem by Magdelena
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Loosing something so special to you is like loosing yourself, your very soul and you slowly die within.

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Perfection is what I aim
Yet fallen from grace is what I gained
Is this what it's all about
Or is there just to much strife?

I lay into myself
Basking in my inner being
Holding on for dear life
Stars come forth
Grasping. Tearing my eyes
Till nothing is seen
Just wetness greats me
Lying at my feet.

Oh how the mighty has fallen..

I lay huddled, my arms holding my form
Rocking back and forth
Words passing through lips of numbness
'It's okay', I hear them say
Over and over again
Mere words, yet not
For myself they sooth
Calm the pain held deep.

Gently I rock myself..
Till finally...

Sweet sleep..

© 2011 Magdelena


Author's Note

Magdelena
Pic name:

Woman+With+Dead+Child.By Fellow artist Max Klinger

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"It's okay', I hear them say
Over and over again
Mere words, yet not
For myself they sooth
Calm the pain held deep"...
this is so true..i read it twice..and found myself relating to every verse you wrote..having lost someone dear recently,i can feel the pain that death leaves behind..and no matter what they say..it doesn't heal..once again amazing writing..!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


That picture always brings tears to my eyes - it's incredible ..

as is your poem; losing anyone you love hurts more than you can ever imagine .. losing a feeling of contentment or any part of self leaves terrible scars. And yes, there's a time when you curl into a ball and want to set into stone until maybe, that sweet sleep comes.

Sad but beautiful words, Mags ..

Posted 13 Years Ago


This very much reminds me of an old poem from my school textbook.. I don't even remember the title and author. The poem narrates a village girl being bitten by a scorpion, and everyone tries to revive her (Some try superstitious methods). As the poem closes, somehow, as she revives, instead of thanking them, she holds her frightened child's arms.

I enjoyed the poem from "I lay huddled..". Somehow the former lines came to me as a tad too rigid for a sentimental feeling. Perhaps it's only me.

Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I have seen this before you have, as usual, done what you set out to do and in this you have torn the heart of the reader and made it bleed but then that is/was your purpose Maggie and you have succeeded well Bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Magdelena
Magdelena

Charlotte, NC



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Hello to all; Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..

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