Peaceful Sleep?

25 May

Here is another poem I wrote in 2006.  Even though the husbear HATES poetry, this is one of my favorites.




                   Peaceful Sleep?


Once again I lie here, watching the door

    as I have done many nights before,

    SLEEPLESS  –  thinking about the days of yore

    and the days which are yet to befall me.


But unlike the morrows of all the days past

    Sleep at last finds me, like the frost finds the grass

    on a cold autumn evening when the witches have cast

    their spells of enchantment upon me.


Weighing heavily upon me like a spectre of gray

    Sleep continues to draw me like a horse draws a sleigh

    down a haunted street called Yesterday

    where wretched memories o’er flow me.


Standing on the corner of Yesterday and Grace,

    I see an old man with a sorrow-filled face;

    the one I looked down on with scorn and disgrace.

    This is where my conscience had failed me.


As I call upon Sleep, asking him to repeal

    this memory I’ve tried in vain to conceal,

    Sleep’s true identity is to me revealed;

    Death has come to claim me.

It was at that moment when I realized the door

    of my past had been opened, and I came to abhor

    the night that Sleep came – the night that Death tore

    any hope of redemption from me.


Had I known that Sleep and Death were the same,

    I would never have bid him to call me by name.

    Now all I have is a pictureless frame

    of a world that will never know me.



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Posted by on May 25, 2009 in Uncategorized


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