When I Can’t Sleep

When I can't sleep at night
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
and wonder about the things
I would tell you
if you were laying right
Next to me

(1) when I was little
a flowerpot fell from the balcony
and i stared at the beautiful mess
all the pieces had made
until I became sad
it wasn't until I got much older
that I started feeling sad
for the balcony too

(2) I remember in November
Knuckles turning purple as the leafs turned orange
My hand, a bruised, gnarled, yellow and indigo mess
How did this amazingly unfortunate injury happen?
I was punishing the walls
That saw my loss
But stayed quiet

(3) the world is too bright,
so I filter it into sepia tones gentler to the mind's eye and swim to where the water meets the clouds.
I am drowning,
but not from the ocean's relentless caresses,
but from the world's relentless stresses:
beauty that is measured and calculated,
saturated with standards that burn like the sun and are as intangible as its rays,
a paradise built on sand as quick as it is to judge.

I swim to where
the water meets the clouds.
where the water
is still water,
and I am still me.

When I can’t sleep
I stare at the empty side of my bed
And wonder about all the things
You would tell me,
Then I remember

You aren’t here for a reason.

Reviews

[Ms Paragon]

Beautiful poem with a tone of melancholy to it,well written and touching.Well done!

[BlackPrince]

This is a very deep poem, written with a consistent voice filled with love and truth.
It feels melancholic and nostalgic at the same time, for the celebration of a loved one's presence and the pain of their absence.

WELL DONE

[G Lucas Kolthof]

Thank you so much

[Nora]

I can relate to the pain in that poem, thank you for sharing, it's beautiful poem :)))

[G Lucas Kolthof]

Thank you so much

[Nora]

You're welcome 😊

[sette]

what a touching poem, i can relate to the pain expressed in the poem. i would just like to emphasize the
stanza that touches me the most. he world is too bright,
so I filter it into sepia tones gentler to the mind's eye and swim to where the water meets the clouds.
I am drowning,
but not from the ocean's relentless caresses,
but from the world's relentless stresses:
beauty that is measured and calculated,
saturated with standards that burn like the sun and are as intangible as its rays,
a paradise built on sand as quick as it is to judge.. nice piece of writing.

[G Lucas Kolthof]

Thank you very kindly