God Bless You, Melatonin

the pronunciation in an echo 

is as clear as the onset of fog.

the further ventured the more muddled

it becomes. until suddenly 

you step over a precipice and fall against

dream.

God Bless You, Melatonin.

soften my ears

cotton cover my vision

let me know this underdeveloped dementia,

find the syllables in the echo

but please, in dream,

let me forget

the name.

Reviews

[Confuser]

This is beautiful and so, so very melancholy; you have a word, made by our creator for protection - then you write as clear as the onset of fog (powerful) the further ventured the more muddled it becomes...I cannot help associate it with colors, of skin which conjures up all sorts of images, and strife; the beginning though the pronunciation in an echo...and to me, probably not what you meant, but I hear people say, "that black guy," but not that white guy. I find that more than strange, racist to me. This is a deep poem that I love, every single word, and underdeveloped dementia, (I can relate fully!) let me forget the name. I love this poem. So not calm, a little frenzy in there, which is well deserved. Bravo. Thank you Steeven!

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~~ oh... i could do with some help from the world of science... to sleep better... ~~ and maybe if i had help... i would be able to write a poem as magical as this one... maybe... :P