The Skin of Sleep Poem by Myra Sklarew
The Skin of Sleep
Rating: ★5.0
The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out.
A nub of bone
lodged in earth
at the bottom of a pit.
A stranger staring
down from the rim.
The skin of sleep is thin.
It cannot hold.
Lost names spill out.
Children engraved
in ash. A sea of blood.
Only you, tenderness,
stillborn, beneath
the skin of sleep.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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4/30/2024 12:38:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Myra.