When the world closes down
and sleep should rescue me
but the night goes on and on
to the sound of heatbeat.
Where pails of heartache
tip scales of silence
and I hear the soft voice
of fallen memories.
Then that's the time
when the need comes out in me
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May that need be fulfilled with your open heart and mind d a.
Andy
Well sleep does come along in the end.
A sentimental write, whatever ails you DA, I hope some memories provide you comfort! Whatever need , aside from sleep, I hope they get fulfilled
Sleep always conquers doesn't it bringing a new day, a fresh head, things to do, distractions until.... night falls.
Filled with a pathos the words strike home as familiar to those who like me need the same rescue at time my dear friend. A soul-touching write.
Tricks life plays on us. Maybe it's just a part of what makes us poetic. Maybe it's the cathartic process of self healing however temporary that may be... for certain things repeat when the mind falls to dwell upon emotional need for comfort.
every now and then I come across something exceptionally beautiful in a poem .. this just happens to be one of those occasions ................ N
Thank you Neville. This was written at one of those times of need and finding the right words was a struggle in many ways.
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Thank you.
'The soft voice of fallen memories'. That's brilliant my friend.
Thank you Coyote.
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