Don't Make Me Go To Sleep

Don't Make Me Go To Sleep

A Poem by Aehr


I see hideous people with shiny sharp knives,

And a mob of people running for their lives

And darkness and wicked laughter echoing all around

Sometimes, screams are the only sound

 

I see houses burning, and dying birds

And old people fumbling for their last words

And windows banging hard, and breaking glass

And sometimes even blood spilled on the grass

 

Every night is a nightmare, something I hate to see

I try to tell the truth, but no one believes me

I rather stay up all night, forced to wail and weep,

Believe me mother, please don’t make me go to sleep

© 2013 Aehr


Author's Note

Aehr
Sometimes, parents think that kids are lying. Little do they know that it's not ALWAYS true...

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Here's a unique verse narrated by the outlet of a child. I think it's wise to know the existent wickedness of this world, but it's not clever to muse in it. The trauma at a tender age tends to live on for a lifetime. In many cases, the adults who have faced the brutality in childhood end up with violent dispositions.

The cloak of ignorance does appease sufferers, but parents or guardians are responsible for adhering to the truth and also recognizing honesty in those who mean to them most.

The imagery has been vividly portrayed in Gothic mode of writing with the eyes and ears of a young. There is innocence in the tone of the child narrator especially in the end. It makes we wish that he/she saves his/her sanity before it's too late. Sorry if i have moralized too much. =)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aehr

11 Years Ago

thank you so much for your review Reeti :)



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It makes me wonder what is she's dreaming about. Past.. Present... Future maybe? I felt like it was a piece with many questions that left the reader to interpret them however they want to.
Also, the small voice in the poem rang in my ears with perfect grace.

Koodoos

Posted 11 Years Ago


i like this poem its filled with innocence and terror.,

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the title,the message and the ryhmes.
You are right, kids are so complex to understand.

Posted 11 Years Ago


it is so hard for parents to tell between lies and truths..children CAN be devious....this poem reeks with sadness. If we could all grow old without growing up maybe things would be perfect

Posted 11 Years Ago


Here's a unique verse narrated by the outlet of a child. I think it's wise to know the existent wickedness of this world, but it's not clever to muse in it. The trauma at a tender age tends to live on for a lifetime. In many cases, the adults who have faced the brutality in childhood end up with violent dispositions.

The cloak of ignorance does appease sufferers, but parents or guardians are responsible for adhering to the truth and also recognizing honesty in those who mean to them most.

The imagery has been vividly portrayed in Gothic mode of writing with the eyes and ears of a young. There is innocence in the tone of the child narrator especially in the end. It makes we wish that he/she saves his/her sanity before it's too late. Sorry if i have moralized too much. =)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aehr

11 Years Ago

thank you so much for your review Reeti :)
rhea,
you have done a remarkable work here...................
i should admit
and that last line..........
it says it all..............
kudos


Posted 11 Years Ago


junaid altaf

11 Years Ago

welcome
junaid altaf

11 Years Ago

welcome
junaid altaf

11 Years Ago

welcome
Thats so nice...
well done :) keep it up :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Amy
It would not kill to believe your child for once... good write up. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I remember when my younger son was a little guy and was having some trouble in school. We were talking to a counselor and one of the things I learned was that children with emotional issues often have nightmares that don't stop before the harm....like we wake up right before the shark bites us - some don't and they are truly traumatized by their dreams.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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