Eric Schojan

Rookie (04/18/1991 / Durango, Colorado)

Sleepy - Poem by Eric Schojan

I do not get much rest when I lay myself to sleep,
For I'm tortured by the things I once had but couldn't keep,

I'm thrown back into situations that I've kept locked away,
Things that I'd like to forget, games I no longer play,

My dreams are no retreat, quite the opposite in fact,
My dreams pick apart the sanity i try to keep intact,

The only sanity I own and it dangles on a thread,
As the monsters swing and claw, it hangs too far above their heads,

Although I see them getting closer every single night,
There is no way for me to stop them, no way for me to fight,

So i choose to stay awake with reality abound,
Until the darkness drags me back into the metaphoric ground.


Comments about Sleepy by Eric Schojan

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/1/2014 5:34:00 PM)

    Funny the things we ponder over while trying to catch that ever elusive sleep. Nicely done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 1, 2014



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