Does it seem as if I'm dreamin',
When I lay my head at night,
Or can you hear me screamin',
As I face my biggest fight,
Pictures of the past replayed,
A revolving reel of pain and dread,
An untold war taking place in the shade,
On a field of a pillow where I lay my head,
A relentless battle between good and bad,
With the only outcome guilt,
An endless torment designed for the mad,
A straight jacket for a quilt,
Locked in a darkness where no light has shined,
Regret and anguish with no release,
A blackness deep inside my mind,
A tortuous turmoil with no relief,
So does it seem as if I'm dreamin',
When I lay asleep in bed,
Or can you see the demon,
That I fight inside my head..
- Author: Frederick Samson ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2018 07:22
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem has many meanings but it’s mostky about my eternal battle with sleep.
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Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading and I almost felt it echoing some of my own words. Even the patterning. I’ll check the title of the poem it could almost be the other half to.
Funnily I was thinking less of the act of the physical act of sleep as I read but of the battle between sleeping through life and denial and escaping through dreams.
Thanks for your comment, mine is about the exact amount opposed site
What is the exact amount opposed side?
Sorry that was predictive text. What I meant is my poem is about the exact opposite of dreaming. It’s about the sleepless nightmare one faces every night, stuck in an endless cycle of worries and thoughts that peak their ugly head as soon as you lie in the dark silence. The title would most certainly be fitting though ‘Awake’
Yes I kind of meant it was possibly the complementary poem, the other side.
The idea of whether we are awake or sleeping as we channel our dreams and nightmares is a theme I often play around with.
Or awake within a dream?
Yes that too
I am sure many of us here will be able to empathise with you, and these fine words.. tis hard to keep ya chin up & think of England when all you really need is some decent shuteye... good luck.. N
I know full well how chronic insomnia gets us to a screaming point - your words struck home - do hope things get better soon -- I took the notion that I do not need as much time in bed as I thought and getting up and writing or reading for a while in the night seems to work in tiring my brain into sleep for a short time again..Hoping this may help you Frederick.
Thanks for your comments, I don’t suffer too much, I’ve had an overactive mind all my life so I am use to it now.
Those thoughts that come while sleeping do disturb so much in sleeping but I think that I msut be lucky as although they can wake me I can quickly go back to sleep. It must be hard if they are neer ending.
Good write, welcome to MPS.
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