Sleep Only Made It Worse

Your writing never suffers when you suffer.

Sleep only made it worse

feelings of discontent

waning confidence

in us

I gave you everything

to take it back would be wrong

everything is wrong

even though all you do

is treat me right.

Where lust flourished      

routine of the same-old same-old takes residence

permanently

in my disenchanted eyes

that I’d rip out if I had the courage to

and hand to you

as eagerly as I did with my heart

 

 

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Sleep always makes it worse, or at least the waiting to fall asleep with all the silence and time to think. Beautiful poem.


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[Ni1408]

A very dragging sadness to this poem. Thank you for sharing.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Most people's writing doesn't suffer when they suffer, but for me, my suffering takes my words..no, not your's though.
Your poem is strong and your 'suffering' is well written.
I like this verse:

"Where lust flourished

routine of the same-old same-old takes residence

permanently

in my disenchanted eyes

that I’d rip out if I had the courage to

and hand to you

as eagerly as I did with my heart"

A stark image comes to my mind.
This happens to many and it is sad that something so strong comes to this.

Chloe

[Hannah]

This is amazing with strong and effective use of words. Many people including myself will be able to relate to this poem.