whispers of i love you flows off your lips
your hands brings warmth and caring.
touches and kisses of sweet tenderness
making me feel so loved and beautiful.
suddenly everything is harshly changing
worrying, i must be doing something wrong
trying to so hard to make you happy again
but always failing, you knock me down
your temper is always rising, boiling
now from your lips escapes only hate
that burns me, reducing me to burnt ash
from your hands such a punishing force
the same hands that holds my broken heart
so with every clenching angry fist you make
crushes my heart, like walls collapsing in
leaving it suffocated, broken, barely beating
it lays dying amongst my pieces of ash
waiting for a chance to finally breathe again
with nothing left of me, i'm broken and cutting
i soon grow tired, closing my eyes to rest,
finding peace i drift into a forever sleep.
'It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A 'bad night' is not always a bad thing.' ~Brian W. Aldiss
In this situation, sleeping forever would be peaceful, or one can simply go searching for his own rainbow...because life and love can also be as sweet as what death seems to be. Leave it for the dead people and join the living...
A very nice poem Silent-grl! sometimes I wanna forever sleep if total rest I could keep.... lol
sweet its does we love the most which usual hurt us the worst cause they are so close to us you'll never believe they would nice poem 10 up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melencholy poem of the best sort, sad yet thought provoking, occasionally we all wish to just sleep for an eternity, to shy away from the pain, but it's better to embrace, the pain that makes us who we are. truly amazing poem.