The Sleeping Trouble

The Sleeping Trouble

A Poem by Greg Farina

I have had nothing but life and death,

One to live, the other, bless;

All these years are riches known

And unknown, those of the wealthy old,

Souls of whom it was said:

“There is no war among the dead.

Your treasures and your diamonds keep;

I have been troubled, so I sleep.” 


Saddened by their moribundity,

He showed them that they could pity; 

The last day of his time, he cried

That he’d done nothing in his life.

He didn’t understand what it was he taught,

That love increases as good men rot.

But at love’s door I'm but a guest;

I have been troubled, so I rest.


© 2017 Greg Farina



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"“There is no war among the dead."

Hmmph! Good line. This is a sad but cautionary tale. The dying really sometimes have no idea of the lessons they leave behind.

Well done.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Greg Farina

2 Months Ago

Thanks Carol! Glad you liked it.
This is a very unique piece of writing. It seems to have a touch of mixed emotions, more so of sadness and defeat, yet somehow I can perceive a tad bit of hope as well.
Enjoyed it, all in all, Great job.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Greg Farina

2 Months Ago

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on July 25, 2017
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Tags: Sleep, Death, Rest, Sick, Life