Sleep eludes me, hides from me
It’s cold outside, and even colder inside.
I cannot find rest in this place-
Trying to remember what we were building,
And perplexed as to why we keep tearing it down.
I watch you in the distance, replacing me with something less superior.
Your words sting me like the vipor-
Causing my heart to second guess this vow.
I will fight back- I will not retreat from this battle.
I have never settled for mediocrity, and I won’t start to now.
I am disordered,
I am clumsy,
I am tired,
I am overwhelmed,
I am cluttered and un-domestic,
I am anxious and I am angry-
And you love me conditionally because of it.
But I am also a survivor,
I am eloquent,
I am full of life and impulsivity,
I am able to function in this chaos,
I am content with my life,
I am joyous in my center-
And I wonder why I’m not loved unconditionally because of it.
It is what it is-
This is what I tell myself
When this home is bitter cold, and void of acceptance.
This is just who we are, who we are most comfortable being.
The passive voice of discontent wins a round once again.
I’ve been replacing you with something less superior too.
My self defense in my weakness,
Is to willingly run into dangerous territory.
Hoping to find a temporary mecca
Of praise and affection both imagined and real.
Where are we, who are we with?
What happened to our common ground, to our cause?
Our minds stray, we give pieces of ourselves to those not worthy- fall in love with ghosts.
And we end up out in the dark, abandoned, un-rested , unable to dream-
Refusing our promises a fair trial.
A deep bruise to our egos, a wake up call from reality.
Sleep eludes me, but it will not escape with my courage-
I will do what is right in this moment.
I am coming back to you, though I know you will wound me again.
I will rage against this frost before it freezes my soul.
Go to sleep.
Wonderful poem. Wow. Sleep eludes me too.
Thanks- and it seems my spelling skills have eluded me as well! Oops.
The Poet of Liberty is on a roll!
Ha! Thanks Frank!
Are you dressing up this evening to hand out candy?
Probably not … but who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind.
Ginger,
I empathize, I sympathize, but like you, I don’t enjoy any shut eyes…
Le Clown
Sleep is my arch enemy.
Bleepin’ awesome…
Maybe sleep eludes you because you snore and toss and turn and steal all the blankets…
Thanks!
You know, you may be right! I DO steal all of the blankets!
Just a lucky guess.
Ginger, um… since you’re impressing the shit out of me with your writing, would you like to maybe duet on one… just a little one, see how it goes…
Well, would you look at that!
Ginger thinks that what you and Momma cheese have goin’ on is very good and will be a very tough act to follow which makes her nervous with this proposal. However, she will contemplate thinking about it and maybe letting you know her answer by January-ish of 2019
Possibly sooner than that. I want a pony,too.
And what does “just a little one” mean, silly person?
Means we’re not writing the Iliad the first time out. I’ll wait for your answer…lol
What would we write about?
Whatever suggests itself. It usually starts with one person writing a short verse, and then the other person builds on it, keeping the theme.
And it doesn’t have to be serious. Could even be about shopping, or a dead car.
We could let your/my readers decide the ‘what’ of the collaboration…
But nothing gushy,smooshy,wooshy,lovely, or sane.
I would prefer sarcastic, witty, perverted, slightly psychotic, or a rap about potato chips. Or Honey Badgers.
Okay, watch for Verse One. Sarcastic, witty, perverted, slightly psychotic – right in my wheelhouse.
Wonderful!
Are the narrators’ ideas what are keeping them awake, or do they come from lack of sleep?
Thanks!
It’s a little bit of both. Lack of sleep magnified the ideas and keept me even more sleep deprived and then y’all got the poetic ramblings above. I’m poetic by night.
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Great, heavy words. Very same issues here.
Thank you and, sigh!