Sleep!

A new side to this writer! x

Sharp and burned and image is set,

Fear and coiled a sickening scream,

Torn and wrenched from Mother's womb,

Frail and flawed a clear bright beam.

 

Caught between a solid and air,

Looking forward through time and light,

Feeling and thoughts covered with loss,

Snapped and focused with one close sight.

 

Questions now answered for you free,

A sleeping future now avails,

Some tired of breezes clenching teeth,

Sound of souls rested for now pre-vails.

Author's Note

Honesty.

Reviews

[The White Wolf]

The first stanza made me think of difficult birth, as if it were surgical, a C-section, but birth none the less. The second stanza made me think about life or being alive but being stuck in a kind of stasis between that and a death-like a photograph. The third stanza made me think of death and the fact that nothing matters in the end because you have found rest. Overall, may I use this word? Epic.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Birth? Then a life of sleep, wanting, needing, or running from? No answers, only questions arise, which would chalk this up to a fabulous write! An intriguing turn!

[Wendy Seames Garner]

As I keep telling you, poetry is not my forte, but I'll try. While sleeping, you have had some horrible nightmares about events of the past, questions have been answered, some peace is given. I'm probably wrong, but that is my best attempt.

[Lowesy]

really good Thomo, be proud

[Octob3r Star]

You're honestly an amazing writer and always have been. To be brutally honest, I'm actually the God of art and literature and I think you suck at being awesome. If I were to call you anything... It would be Bomb-diggety? ; ) cheers