Night

2.3

whispers haunt the sails of slumber
I am pulled under

lost in an ocean steeped with dreams
depths black as night
silent as my screams

night, this night...

take me away
fill my lungs, suffocate

pull me deeper, take my life
on this night

night
this night
take it away

Reviews

[Laura Kate]

I have beautiful imagery of an abandoned ship, lost at sea, a lone sailor diving into the depths of the dark ocean. How do we know which way to go when all we have is a dark and deep ocean with seemingly no direction? Perhaps if we wait for the tides to carry us, we might find the strength to swim. You are inspiring me this morning Edie!

[Edie Blue Starfish]

I'm glad I have inspired you. :)
What a great compliment.

[Ted Kniffen]

Edie, this is a truly beautiful poem...the subject matter is one I believe we all have dealt with...mind racing...unable to drift off...begging for relief...thinking there is little difference between death and the little death of sleep and either would be preferable to wakefulness.

A good write.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Thank you Ted. I very much appreciate the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a sad write..the hopelessness felt...the feeling of not wanting to wake up again...a totally disillusioned soul.
j.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Thanks very much Jacob.

[gram linski]

A lovely piece about sleep/non sleep, we seem to be on the same page, to the night that sleepers forgot

[Edie Blue Starfish]

That forgetfulness is rather frequent. Maybe I'm getting old.
Thanks gram. :)

[Paul Bell]

Dark thoughts, dark night, mind going a million miles an hour.
Sometimes no way out. Well portrayed piece.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Thank you much Paul.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There is such a feel of desperate pity in this poem as the protagonist seems strung between nightmares and life without hopes.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Thank you for making time to read. I appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

It can be very lonely at night, especially when you have things on your mind and can't sleep. I got the feeling from these lines that the author is begging for sleep, and deep sleep at that. Oblivion is being sought.

Chris

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Thank you for understanding my poem.