Cradle the poison

Cradle the poison

A Poem by Red Raven

Insomnia has been my company for more then 12 years


The smiles and the bubbly atmosphere,
Thought I was safe.
When I pushed the door of my apartment,
Darkness and silence greeted me again.

Sleep, sleep.

Suddenly the wave was back-
Anger, dejection and humiliation.
Like the woodcutters wood near his feet,
My grief’s rush in to be buried beneath.

I cradled my bottle of rum.
Silence howl filled the air.
The poison dripped,
My eyes still in oblivion.

Sleep, sleep.

It was a far cry.
The fear within me, for me.
I slipped and I surrendered.

My scattered wrist
-Last to glance.
The thousand cuts blurred
Yet, I breed their new kin.

As I grabbed another bottle,
I watched as the blood dripped.
Fiery red and tempting-
My sympathy cried out.

Sleep, sleep.

Sweet sensation soothed my wound
Tears streamed down, yet I smile.
The howl deafened by weaken throb.
And I cradled the poison.

The years rolled back in,
My lashes got the dipped
I jerked and stopped the flow,
Yet, I fretted and cried
For, tomorrows night’s battle awaits still.

© 2008 Red Raven

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It is a battle indeed. I hope you win it and be comforted and be dreamy again...:).................

Posted 9 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

awesome, very nicely written.
powerful and very expressive, the many emotions just made it so much more enjoyable (literally).
a very good poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago

I love this. it's a wonderful piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago

So many layers intertwined so well in this piece. One of the best this reader has seen posted on this site.
I especially like these great lines:

"Anger, dejection and humiliation.
Like the woodcutters wood near his feet"

"The thousand cuts blurred
Yet, I breed their new kin."

"Tears streamed down, yet I smile."

Posted 6 Years Ago

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. very graphic ... almost scary ... powerfully expressed ... i sometimes think insomnia is the fear of life ... meaning that if one can accept uneventful days in one's life (as part of life) ... one can usually manage to get some sleep without succumbing to any kind of self-destruction (including substance abuse) ... or maybe that's just me ...

Posted 6 Years Ago

I see what you mean! (The Quiet Room) some have to be careful, they don't get that second 'battle'. More good work here.

Posted 6 Years Ago

wow. this website usually fosters newbies, but it seems as if you really know what you're doing. I really like it. I'm going to read more.

Posted 8 Years Ago

The desperation was palpable in this piece.. you crafted this well.. I pray you get that sleep soon..

Excellent poem.. it sucked me from the first lines and carried me to the end..

*** APPLAUSE ***

Posted 8 Years Ago

I really loved how this drummed in my mind as I read a lullaby surging with each verse.
I hope very much that this war with the mind will be won to you...if this is more than just a story...

Posted 8 Years Ago

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The slitting of wrist and drinking of rum show your despair .. and i loved the imaged inserted in this write to make it gloomy

"My scattered wrist
-Last to glance.
The thousand cuts blurred
Yet, I breed their new kin."

Great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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