Naked Heart.
Come drug of sleep,
drop, heavy cloak of woolly mind that dulls clear thought
Hold me tightly.
Drowse my downbeat heart
and drown to calm the anxious weight of former hours.
Come chains of stupor,
let mood remain sans chill of knowing love can never be.
Night swallow me.
Let me browse on nought
and may an unassuming nothingness be my sole activity.
Come thick night
fall over me and hide my naked heart from further light.
Cover my ache
Dull me into unopposed
acceptance of crushed hope, make me hazy as I aquiesce.
Come half-closed eyes,
let sight not look again at joy's demise as dark holds sway.
Silence take me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2017 04:13
- Comment from author about the poem: How I imagine a final appeal for sleep when love has been laid in the grave.
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Comments4
A fine write.
Good write. Sleep can hide many ills unfortunately they do not always go away on waking.
Wow, really very beautiful presentation of this poem amazes mind entirely. Urging for drug of sleep to come is interesting and while a drop of comes woolly mind dulls with clear thought. Thick night comes covering mind. Silence takes mind so far in dream of realization. An amazing poem is shared with nice imagery.
How I wish I had found this last eve when I felt for the life of me, I was the only one ....
this is more than super tis soporific ..... Neville
You are too too generous with my soulful lament Nev. - - and though now gone I see you related and know you are not on your own in feeling thus dear friend. Thank you ever so warmly........... Fay
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