The clock ticks in the darkness,
Internal mechanisms gearing it toward the next minute,
Shifting it to the next hour,
Clicking me to the next day.
I see the red lights on my electronics glowing,
They ask me for another game,
A new match,
The next round,
Another episode.
I decline though.
I hear the comforting sound of the airconditioner,
Delivering me air like sweet gifts from God.
The ceiling fan is silent, churning the air.
I hear the outdoor orchestra rossen up their bows,
preparing for the next night long performance under the stars.
My curtains blow in the artificially cooled air.
Then my blanket hugs me close and I cuddle into my pillows.
The house creaks just a little,
A nice dose of paranoia before bed,
And I know I am safe.
Sleep rests at the bottom of a precipice,
I'm on the edge,
Ready to fall into wonderland,
Down the rabbit hole.
I'm on the brink.
At the bottom I am consumed by sleep,
My eyes dart around the inside of my brain,
Looking at the scenery,
Taking it all in.
However - little oysters -
Always recall,
Sometimes the precipice is a metaphor,
And sometimes it's a true fall.
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Talon_Wings (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes my most... mind blowingly awake moments are at 3am. I should be asleep at times like these but truthfully can not sleep. I may be having a difficult question on my mind or simply be full of emotion, but at a time where I find myself like this I ponder. In this poem I simply thought about the state I was in, then posed the question of whether I was truly about to sleep, or whether I would meet my end.
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Nice reflection, T. Well done.
WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first intriguing Poem. A well written and well structured "free verse" poem ! To sleep or not to sleep ~ that is everybodies nocturnal question ! If it's any consolation (and I know it isn't !) mor people DIE IN BED than anywhere else on Earth. I go to be late (after midnight) and get up when i wake up ~ and I'm still alive ~ but still only one-third through my life ! Thanks for sahring ~ Please check my Poems ~ Thanks BRIAN .
A lovely poem well written. And so true I've had a fair but of tragedy in my whole life of 17 years and then moments you lay awake can sometimes seem so long and painful and the times you slowly slip away to sleep
Thank you so much for commenting I will be sure to post more!
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