Endless Sleep

Endless Sleep

A Poem by Not enough words on the planet...
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Everyone has a rough patch every now and then, we all get enough of peoples s**t every once in a while, when that happens to me I turn to the one thing that has never disappointed me; my pen and pad.

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Endless Sleep

Words like knives, cutting so deep, I wish now that I could just slip into an endless sleep…

Though at night I cry out and pray to the Gods to turn my life around; my loudest screams don't make a single sound...I pray that one day my path will be found.

Now here I lay, in natures barest state, in the room one is supposed to go to get clean, still crying...hoping this is just a dream.

As I stand, hot water cascading down my bare form, the searing liquid cleansing the open wounds and washing dirt from the long since healed scars, I can't help but weep; still ever wishing just to slip into an endless sleep.

Damp hands turn the lock to my bedroom door, as I am unsure just what I am here for...because I have no breath left to scream anymore.

Long wet hair presses against the door as I lean on the only solid thing my legs can move towards.

Though I wish I could hide here forever, cover my window and door with boards, I still am unable to hide form the Lords.

A thousand words and voices of punishment and expectations echo through my head and I feel my body go limp as it hits my bed.

I cry, and whimper, and wish I was dead; as all peoples words echo through my head...like a cannon booms on a battle field.

I wish I would just see my wounds healed so that I would not be the first to yield…

I close my eyes but all I see are people secrets and lies, I wish I would just be the one that dies.

Every night I scream to die, but no one ever hears my cries…no one ever hears the whispers pain I hold inside.

As I lay on my bed I continue to weep; wishing I could slip into an endless sleep...but there are too many of peoples promises I have to keep.

I cry myself to sleep but, once again...no one hears a peep; one day I will slip into an endless sleep…

That is a promise I am sure to keep…

6/14/2016

© 2016 Not enough words on the planet...


Author's Note

Not enough words on the planet...
Please forgive any errors you might find, I was in a bit of a rush...
Also, please comment and tell me what you think; reviews always make my day.
H.

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Beautifully crafted I could picture the scene and feel the words

Posted 7 Years Ago


a very sad, yet relatable story, beautifully written.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is very deep. A mix of thoughts that races ones mind. I seen it many times.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Not enough words on the planet...
Not enough words on the planet...

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