Sleepless Solace

Sleepless Solace

A Poem by Robert Luna
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Just something that came to me after listening to the radio on the way home. Hope you enjoy it

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Lying awake watch the hands of a broken clock
stop and float away
While flicker shadows dance
hypnotic hums sing from the idiot box
Time fades as minutes turn into days
Consumed by self loathing thoughts
As I hear you say “ I love you
whispers that remain in the darken corners
I wish I’d died a thousand times,
a thousand different ways,
just to know a happiness like that again
Echoing words
Tracing the curves of my lips
nicotine stained fingers pressed
Tasting the sweetness of my own will breaking
I inhale

my lungs burn with the coldness of death
Knowing the future hurts
I pass the time between here and there
Thinking I’m close to understanding Jesus
But can’t explain a damn thing I know
You ask me, oh so softly to believe
believe in you
but tell me I can’t count on you
can’t count that you’ll be there in the end
Walking a thin line between here and there
where the Earth meets the heavens
Watching as it all slips through my hands
My eyes wide shut
my heart listening to the blindness of it all
Pull me out from inside myself
Hands lay limp, holding you in my arms

What’s the cost for happiness
Our bodies lay broken and dependant
Carving your name above my heart
a little reminder why I hurt
I never knew how much was at stake
Giving up forever for this constant ache
These concrete fists have been broken and chipped away
leaving only me to face tonight
and the nightmares the loss of you now brings


© 2008 Robert Luna



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Robert Luna
Just something that came to me after listening to the radio on the way home. Hope you enjoy it

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"nicotine stained fingers pressed
Tasting the sweetness of my own will breaking
I inhale "

It's like the object of your affection is a carcinogen. You enjoy them, but they are toxic to your health, metaphorically speaking. I love this poem because I could picture these being the ambient thoughts of some broken loner driving through the night. All of us have been hurt and broken in some way or another and this poem reflects a lot of the feelings we have as old psychic wounds scab over. Thanks again for the review on "When Angels Dare To Dream," by the way. I'm glad you found it enjoyable.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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"nicotine stained fingers pressed
Tasting the sweetness of my own will breaking
I inhale "

It's like the object of your affection is a carcinogen. You enjoy them, but they are toxic to your health, metaphorically speaking. I love this poem because I could picture these being the ambient thoughts of some broken loner driving through the night. All of us have been hurt and broken in some way or another and this poem reflects a lot of the feelings we have as old psychic wounds scab over. Thanks again for the review on "When Angels Dare To Dream," by the way. I'm glad you found it enjoyable.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow, man. this was incredibly....vivid. it was inspiring...im going to write tonight. we'll see what comes out, but one thing is for sure: this is a great piece. keep it up.

-doug-

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is someone in my life who could be the speaker of this poem. It made my heart a little sadder for him as I read it cause of this line:

"You ask me, oh so softly to believe
believe in you
but tell me I can't count on you
can't count that you'll be there in the end"

It is so close to the conversations I had with him and this was just like being in his head and feeling his pain.





Posted 9 Years Ago


The imagery you portray is great. From the curved lips to the concrete fists that were chipped away. I enjoyed reading it and enjoyed that there was no ryhming. Good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You got that from listening to the radio... once again your raw passion shines through on this brilliant piece that has layers of depth and emotions.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you never cease to amaze me...Been reading you for over a year...maybe two and each time you simply knock me out. Peace.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a subversive rumination on the relationship between how we can survive with our doubts...insecurities...and how we survive with the language we use.... when we do so... you torques words into strange new arrangements that become fantastic fragments in themselves.. great job !!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I did indeed enjoy this. I love when a poem just hits you and seems effortless to write... usually being the best of your poems as if it were meant to be written. A wonderful piece Robert.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like Siddartha, I wonder what you was listening to? I want some of that. lol

This is beautiful, Robert. What I take from it is a definite desire to understand higher power and being asked to trust and believe, and hoping that those things will get you there and imho, they will.

This has a wonderful meter and a extra beautiful message, I love it and am placing it in my favorites.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert, I'm blown away. This is absolutely the best piece of work I've ever seen from you and I'm almost sure I've read nearly everything over and over. Just a little something that came to you, just a little something that fell out of the heavens in your lap, just a little something that you brought forward for these well-meaning hands to read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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