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.

[Simbake777]

A raw take on existence -- from the cradle, to the grave! Brilliantly written -- as it is bluntly honest!!

A truly epic poem! Well worth an award-winning painting, courtesy of such beautiful yet also pain-filled words!!

[Cancelled]

Wow... nice! :)

[外人 (Gaiji..]

man, that was so deep ! Great work as always =D

[Rik B]

I agree with Phoenix, but i thought it was all about birth at first, then after i read it a second time it felt like the stages of life...

[Pencrafter]

Have you been reading Swami again? My simple mind just cannot understand some of these word and phrase choices. There seems to be much power and meaning here! I just wish that I could understand it. Understanding not required, flawed thinking, red smell, awakening . .

[Raven Starhawk]

Your writing knows no bounds. You clearly take account of creativity and bend it to your mighty whim. I actually find peace in your lines even though I also feel a dark touch with perhaps agony in the middle.

[Who Cares]

VERY POWERFUL, you brought the beginning (birth), the middle (life) and the end (death) all together to create one magnificent piece. I also like how you made the second and fourth line in every stanza rhyme is gave the poem power. Absolutely amazing job Thomas.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

there is much entailed in this poem. I love the thoughts not only what dreams cause, but the mood, and mist of air and clench. Great Work! ---mishel

[freelancejouster]

you paint such complete pictures with your words, all that lacks, like usual, is a bit of human fluidity. else, in the first line "image is set" sounds a bit awkward. quite nice.

[?]

This made me think of birth..life..death
Love the word play...thought provoking..strong and powerful piece