There is An Hour (Weariness)

It speaks for itself. No hidden agenda here.

There is an hour
Somewhere between dusk and sleep
When sleep eludes
That I become
Uncomfortable in my own flesh
I become nothing more
Than a hollow void
Filled with words

They pour out
A thronging mass seeking exposure
Fighting one another for air
They rob me of my will
To dream in pictures

I have become accustomed
To their company of late
Though I am weary
And they have drained me
Down to my last dregs

Will there ever be silence in my mind?
You know, I wish it not.
Without those words to fill
The chill and hollow night
What else could there ever be?

Reviews

[Helena]

Very nice indeed. You penned your thoughts so well.
Thanks for sharing something I think most of our poets
suffer from. But as you summed it up nicely...

"Without those words to fill
The chill and hollow night
What else could there ever be?"

Well done for the loneliness contest, Constance. thanks for joining us!

~ Helena

[angelinmypocket]

It seems more poetry is composed while laying awake at night awaiting that elusive thing called sleep.
It can flow unbidden into the wee hours of the morning, denying us the serenity of a relaxed mind so we can put our conscience to rest. Wonderful for the theme of loneliness.
Love/Liz/angelinmypocket

[Jessica{is inspired by ..]

It seems like I know this feeling well. The late hour in which I can't find that which eludes me for a seemingly endless time. This time in which one can't stand to be in their own skin, not knowing whether it is truely theirs to be in leaves one feeling quite uncomfortable and usually uncomforted. Sometimes I daydream of the time when I will not have such racing thoughts in nights late hour, but then would there be (just) nothing?

Wonderful poem! It seems as though you reached into my thoughs and pulled that one out. Do you do much late night writing? I have become accustom to it as of late. I love writing after midnight, outside, under the moon. It's what my lasted work is based off of. I would love for you to take a look.

Nice write, once again!

Jess

[Lia]

Great write, thanks for sharing xx

[D Poet K]

another great poem...

[L.G. Knight]

Great Write!

~Frances~

[J.P.O.et]

Listen to those voices, those words
they are the truth and meaning in life
and the more we as a people drown them out
the more we drown ourselves in an inevitable outcome
Just keep writing, i enjoy your work
J.P.O.et

[poddar kushal]

you may rewrite it as a prosepoem. as it is a beautiful piece. but as a prose poem it will be pointed.

[nicki_504]

I like this very much it appears we suffer from the same affliction, rambling thougts leading to insomnia, again I like your use of figurative language.