Lullaby.A Poem by Nicola Taylor
I want a lullaby that will wash away memories, conquer sleep-deprived
insanities, and allude the craftiest of insomnia. I want a melody to
flip the switch off to the strobe lights that pulse with ferocity
inside my head, replace worries with fairy tales, and dislodge
nightmares with sweet dreams. I want a disillumination of my thoughts
that run around like field mice in a forest fire "that always seem to
run in the wrong direction. So these thoughts burn, tinge, cinder like
a ring of fire in a circus show, or a Johnny Cash song. Either way you
can still feel the pain of man and tiger with lost pride, lost hope,
just lost really, confusing reality with depression. Because in this
reality, reality is depressing. And I bet it was all due to sleepless
nights, nonchalant nightmares, and the never ceasing burning thoughts
that dance to the strobe lights in your head. And from my experience,
most of those thoughts are on acid, carrying glow sticks, and dancing
straight into the ring of fire.
Too bad there is no lullaby to wash away memories, no melody to cure insanity, no switch to let me dream peacefully. © 2010 Nicola Taylor |
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Added on July 29, 2010 Last Updated on July 29, 2010 Author
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