Sleepless Nights

A night alone with me in my head

You come to me when I sleep,

Skirting around the edges of my dreams.

I see your faces twisted and contorted onto objects and bodies that are not yours.

When I reach out to touch you everyhing dissipates and I'm awoken with the tears in my eyes.

You're becoming a dead memory, A fading feeling in my heart.

I can barely see your faces anymore, hear your laughter or cries.

I rip everything down around me that reminds me of you.

You're a dead memory to me me, a faded feeling, a tremor in my heart that has left it's mark.

I will never forget either of you but I will take a step forward.

Author's Note

To Delilah and Eleanor, I shouldn't of let you both go away I still love you...daddy still loves you.

Reviews

[Emma]

'I rip everything down around me that reminds me of you'
Very powerful how quickly how you flipped the meaning of dead memory from a longing to reunite to a rejection, especially how it alluded to the 'dead to me' phrase. Very intrigued by face being a plural too: multiple people, multiple expressions/memories? And really good free verse flowed brilliantly, and found the rhyme of 'eyes' and 'cries' really well placed.

[Unspoken poet]

Emotional write, really enjoyed this. nicely written.