Slumber of the mind, of the soul

Slumber of the mind, of the soul

A Poem by Angelique

Rage and darkness greet me.

Failure reflected in the light of day,

Peace granted only with slumber--

Slumber of the mind, of the soul.

 

Stream of consciousness frightens

Anyone who dares to love me,

As the rage consumes and darkness

Crowds my weakened soul.

 

They say there is light at the end--

Light at the end of the tunnel of darkness.

With blindness I grope for the light

I cannot see or feel.

 

Darkness consumes me, and rage

Is my only avenue of existence.

As my soul retreats further and further

Into the depths, hate is all that’s left.

 

Sadness does not touch me,

A soul is required to cry--to feel

Anything besides hate and rage.

Pity me not"pity the one who loves me.

 

Love I cannot return in kind,

Rage and darkness are all I am,

Peace granted only with slumber--

Slumber of the mind, of the soul.

 

With every sunrise my soul

Retreats further and further into

The depths of the person I once was,

Leaving me in shadows forlorn.

 

They say that God will heal my soul--

A soul embraced in darkness and hate.

With blindness I grope for His healing

I cannot see or feel.

 

This God can only heal a soul

That exists, mine I fear, is in an abyss.

An abyss of darkness and hate--

Where there is no faith.

 

Despondent and desolate I concede--

I fight no more against the rage,

I welcome the embracing darkness,

And slumber of the mind, of the soul.

© 2013 Angelique


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You need a stiff drink and a night sitting round My wife and I laughing and telling stories of our own failures. You are not alone. We are too hard on ourselves. Let it go and be the child you once were. peace will come in the end. The key to happiness is contentment. the rest is just a gift.

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