i sit here in the shadows
before an open window
no birdsong or lilacs
no movement
or stirring of life
in the silent dark
just before sleep
no longing for that place
between the world and the dream
oblivious to the times when stars
shone like innocence~
memories
become
fragments
like my fitful sleep where
guilt, regret, awakenings
make for dread filled nights
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Friday, May 21, 2010
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3 thoughts:
I know I already said this on FB, but this is incredibly sad. I feel the loneliness, and it almost brings out a déjà vu for me because I've felt this way so many times. Those nights alone can be devastating and dreadful, just like you said at the end. They seem to last forever. This is really painful to read. Now who's whining, eh? Or were you wining? or both?
Question? This is called "fragments revisited". Did you have another poem called "fragments"? I'm just asking because the title sounds familiar now that I'm thinking about it. In any case, I really liked this one a lot. It's just too bad I can relate to it so well.
I have to agree with Rebecca's comment about the sadness and loneliness in this one. You've expressed what I think we all go through at some point...the lonely nights, the pain of being lost...the longing for what we can no longer hold...And how the feelings and pain seem to be endless, making a peaceful sleep remain out of our reach.
Thanks for the great read.
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