Barb Nixon

Rookie (Ireland)

Sleepless - Poem by Barb Nixon

Past the point of no return

dreamland that once beckoned

has withdrawn its invitation

unaccommodating mind engaged in every second.

Brain rebooting buried thoughts and hurts

dredging from the annals a host of unmentionables

interred tears, interred fears, interred years,

ejected onto centre stage, myriad of dramas

played out on shadow filled walls,

redundant emotions resurrected, magnified

rebuffed, but re-emerging with tittering scorn

battle of wills, a game of slow kill.

Let the moon beat its retreat
let the dawn be its master
let the sunrise come quickly
lest my despair groweth faster.

by barb

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem about the anguish of sleeplessness and the ugly demons of past unpleasant experiences and emotional scars which raise their taunting heads to torment one's mind in the wee small hours.

Comments about Sleepless by Barb Nixon

  • Donnie Wolff (1/31/2014 2:23:00 PM)

    I like this one, maybe cuz it partly reminds me of me, haha. Good write (Report) Reply

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  • Barbara Nixon (1/24/2013 5:01:00 AM)

    hehe I'll direct the good looking ones to Penzance, lol :) (Report) Reply

  • (1/23/2013 12:11:00 PM)

    Now I know Welshmen and sheep are a subject for mirth, but you only have to count them. If you spot any good looking ones, let me know! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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