Bliss Interrupted

sleeping life away

I can’t scream loud enough to wake you

Even though I’ve tried

But that’s ok,

I guess you’ll just miss out another time

Asleep you are oblivious

To the evil minds that surround

Our town

And you feel like this is luxury

I know that when you wake up

It must be awful to be so bombarded

By the reality of every aspect you’ve missed

But now and again

I look forward to the moment

When you’ll break down and cry

And maybe take a little of the load

That you’ve let slip by

So unnoticed throughout these years

Spent sleeping

So peaceful to look at you

You almost seem to smile at the dream

Of a different life

And when I scream it’s as though

My sound merges into your story

That’s been told so many times before

That it’s unrecognizable as a scream

Anymore

 

I suppose that if something was heard

So often

It would become part of the background

And fall as though dead

On the list of importance

However, on the rare occasion

When your bliss is interrupted

What you find could shake the mind

Of any sane person

The dead birds that litter the lawn

They are one thousand dreams and chances

That you’ve let escape

And when you see the mess

You’ll tell me to rake

It up quickly

Before some wildebeest comes

To take them away and

Maybe endanger the people who

Live in this house

I shake my head

No one lives in this house but me

And I can fend for myself

The rake won’t protect us from danger

You know this as well as I

And even if I clear the birds from the lawn

A beast will come to take

You as well as me

From this mystery

This fantasy

That you’ve built

 

I don’t see the world you live in

When you sleep you fail

To realize that the dreams you have

Are for the pleasure of you alone

No one else is ready

For the blast of reality

This winter

But you hibernate

And protect yourself in your cave

You are the beast

That feeds on every opportunity

That has fallen over the years

You feed your memory

With bits and pieces

Of a single dream

That haunts only you

While the rest of us

Fight off the winter

And rake up the birds that litter

The only lawn we have

That we have worked for

 

Sleep wastes the time of day

But you tell my that you need to relax

You workaholics all say

The same things

I don’t believe a word

Don’t you realize

That sleep is so near to death

That you might as well

Lie down and give up for awhile?

All the hours built up

At rest could equal the rest of your life

Spent in unconscious bliss

Life isn’t bliss

And the beast that will come for the dead birds

Also comes for the victim

That does not realize

When death awaits her at her door

 

 

 

Author's Note

2nd posting, hurray for restoration!

this is the last one to be restored, gosh that took an eternity.

Reviews

[Andromeda]

i love all your poems, so i love this one too. especially the imagery and dead birds.