Please

Something I began writing after reading The Raven, by Poe, and I kinda got lost in it; losing track of the time as I wrote. (THE LENGTH MAY SEEM A LITTLE DAUNTING, STOP READING IF YOU WISH)

Just let me fall asleep,

Into a slumber so deep.

That not a single soul may awake me,

Not even the strongest of quakes, just wait, see?

 

I grow weary of this life,

Perhaps the other will be of more joy,

Something meaningful may await me,

Or maybe more slumber, oh boy.

 

The tiredness affects my thoughts,

And like a towel I wrought,

These infallible putrid thoughts

Into my old rusty cooking pot.

 

I boil and stir my reveries away,

Still in a daze, I begin to fade.

Is respite finally within my grasp,

Or is it a nightmare? Realizing, I begin to gasp.

 

Away with these images!

Images that plague my mind,

And let me rest, oh rest, would be so divine.

These images, they stalked me, as I make my way down the ravine.

 

Stumbling, I clung to a wall that I could find,

Why do you taunt me so? Oh head of mine.

Stomach churning and swirling I yearn for rest,

Eternal, internal, incessant relaxation, would be the best.

 

But to no ail, was I, who fell to the ground,

Puking, revolting was I who made no sound.

   Darkness shrouded my eyes so fully,

Was it finally my time to die, so crudely?

 

Ney. So naïve was I,

Who thought peace, had finally enlightened my mind.

Why is it I who suffers so fully, while i have no respite?

While others dance in the field, so happily, so folly despite?

 

I balled up into a fetal position and wept,

How deep my wounds feel, how long and steep were the cold plain steps,

That led into my heart, so frost bitten and barren,

That no one could enter, not even the warren.

 

So alone I felt, so much woe was I,

Who couldn't find another soul, who couldn't even die!

A tear sprung onto my eye,

Just one, so alone it fell.

 

Full of sorrow and anguish, the swarthy droplet left my cheek.

Slithering down it went, into the invisible creek.

 Ah the pain, it lingers within my bones,

A smile crept on my face, for I knew I was home.

 

Oh father, oh father, will you read my tome?

I’m busy right now son, I’ll have to postpone.

But papa, but papa, I plead with my own,

Please read it, just once, before I'm left alone.

 

A laugh bellowed from my father, my father, so whole,

Oh how I miss him and mother, who always shone.

Why did you leave me papa, mama?

Leave your little boy all alone?

 

To cry on the cold, hollow, creaky wooden floor?

So alone I felt, so tried, without a sap of ardor.

I lay there wondering whether sleep may accompany me,

Or was it too late, my mind an incessant cacophony.

 

Re-surging through my veins were grief and shock,

The clock kept moving regardless, tick tock.

Though it felt like it stopped, and halted in its place,

Time continued to move, as if it were in haste.

 

I began to prayed to a god, who I never believed in,

Solace and refuge was what harbored beneath my sin.

Please oh lord, I called out in agony,

May you relieve me from this wretched tragedy?

 

As if an answer was imminent,

Lightning struck outside, so loud, so legitimate, so full of demise.

So that was his answer. Rejection, lingered in the air,

As I swallowed my heart, life was never fair.

 

Not even the God I now bow before would release me from my chains,

These stiff, stony, iron shackles that weighed none, yet dragged my soul downwards.

In an endless spiral of grief that consumes me,

My soul aches with overwhelming angst and misery, which clings to my body with an interminable grip.

 

As I lay on the cold barren floor,

I lay in contempt for no one but myself, for everyone abandoned me upon a sandless shore.

No one could reached me behind these locked doors,

Since it was I who locked them, I who harbored sadness, evermore.

Author's Note

This is kind-of a stream of conscious, and the wording may be a little strange, but I hope you like it. Comments on how to improve are more than welcome.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This was a little daunting in terms of length, but oddly remained fully invested in the read the entire way through; which is not something i normally feel with long pieces. I like the surreal concept and nature of this one, and I can feel your pain in terms of the darkness and loss. Well done.

[Soma-ko]

Thanks! This is probably my longest piece yet, and I tried to keep the reader interested by keeping a steady flow throughout the poem. I'm glad you read it all the way.

[JaneFoxscale]

I doubted my ability to read all of this at first, but I actually enjoyed reading every bit.myou really captured the anguish and sorrow well.

[NA]

wow...what an emotional piece, I found this really heart stirring. So much pain..loneliness came through..really enjoyed, a masterpiece in my opinion :)

[Soma-ko]

Haha, why thank you. This its my longest poem, and took me the longest to write as well. I was actually hoping you read this, and wanted to know what you thought about it. Glad you found it. :)

[NA]

My pleasure :)

[SyberRose]

Theres a lot of people who feel this way...you did a good job of describing there anguish...
Poe has inspired many to write of darkness...and a child who miss their parents is heartbreaking too.
Well this was a sad piece Soma...but you put a lot of effort into it...Rose

[Soma-ko]

Thank you for the review, no one can really fully place the unceasing pain one feels after a loss, and I guess this was just one more attempt at doing so.