A Peaceful Sleep

A Peaceful Sleep

A Poem by Wulfstan Crumble

I have fallen so far
Deep within unknown depths
Down in swirling darkness
I keep falling, receding.
*
I have become secluded within.
The lights of glass eyes,
Are distant. But, all I see
Is the surreal world outside.
*
Am I trapped within a prison?
My struggles but a mine.
I’m collapsing inside myself.
An ever shrinking virtual cube.
*
I have frozen, leaden, arms,
A limp jaw and dead legs.
Gripped with terror abound.
It constricts around me.
*
My tongue lolls aside,
Distorted sounds drift in,
Shadows pass over.
But, I can’t even blink.
*
Isolation is driving me mad,
I cannot talk or read,
I see the ceiling not TV.
Lights on, lights off, no control.
*
My mind is still whole.
Wit and sarcasm intact,
But the wires are frazzled,
No commands, just sparks.
*
And I turn to you.
Even in my own world,
What, what can you do?
Read to me, read, read, read.
*
Take up books of history,
Letters and stories of loved ones,
Read the Edda and fables of old,
Read all, I shall listen.
*
My gratitude could not be showed,
I’m limp and lifeless,
But, inside I’m all there,
A mind, unfit to rot.


© 2008 Wulfstan Crumble



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I would be pleased to read to you.

'Then read from the treasured volume
the poems of they choice
and the night shall be filled with music
and the cares that infest the day
shall fold their tents like the Arabs
and steal as silently away."

I haven't read any of your work in a while. It's good to see you around.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow,this is truly amazing. The depth of this poem is mind boggling. :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


You write enthralling poetry. Like a word spiral of disorientation. I enjoy your writing like I enjoy a good song.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Very touching! and very beautiful written.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I really love this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like it...

Posted 7 Years Ago


I would be pleased to read to you.

'Then read from the treasured volume
the poems of they choice
and the night shall be filled with music
and the cares that infest the day
shall fold their tents like the Arabs
and steal as silently away."

I haven't read any of your work in a while. It's good to see you around.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This really spoke to me. The ability to still have a functioning mind but the body is gone. Having worked for many years in hospitals you really captured this. These people want the human contact, the respect, the knowledge that people still know that they exist. You captured this eerily. Good write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sad and sobbering. I Like It!
It conjours the smell of a hospital or nursing home with the souls of those confined to those rooms trapped in a hell far worse then any flaming pit.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOWWEE. I've been battling some physical crap for a couple of months now. (I'm winning again...its just a slow battle) and this one really speaks to me...The brain was turning to jello and the body was unresponsive...I'm in here somewhere.
Well done emotive poetry here.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Wulfstan Crumble
Wulfstan Crumble

Cirencester, England, and Kishiwada, Osaka, United Kingdom



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Wulfstan Crumble is a 27 year old Englishman. He is currently working on a plethora of pieces for various anthologies and magazines (hoping not all will get rejected). He really hopes that some o.. more..

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