It is there in the dark before me, the face I see in my dreams.
From long ago, it seems like a lifetime, but in my childish fancy was not.
The memories come and go but faded; as they are, cannot be deciphered, from what is real or what is make-believe.
As the mists whirl through my mind I wonder with the sense of a child, is it a fantasy or maybe a fictitious part of dreams long lost but never forgotten?
Reality takes shape into a figure of pure imagination. What is this that taunts me so, What is this that steals away my slumber?
Can I ever escape from the darkness into a world of rest?
For these questions remain unanswered, and still I fight for release.
Release from this endless void.
Yet, I listen.
Listen for the torment I know will come.
The torment that will envelop me completely.
For the nightmare will not cease until the world awakens, and the persistance of a ghost that will not vanish until the light of day.
Then it will come again.
When the sun dips low in the west and the horizon disappears once more.
When I close my eyes and pray for peace and that all encompassing dreamless sleep, it will come.
If only I could clearly see, the face that haunts the night and torments my soul.
If only I could unmask the features that invade my dreams, maybe then there would be peace.
So, in the black cover of midnight I shall wait, wait for that uninvited spectre to arise in the dark and claim my soul once more.
| "I'm a poet, sleep's sworn enemy." -Charles Baudelaire|
This is an interesting write which i would characterize as 'the demon personified in anonymity'. If that makes any sense. It is also poetic prose, and the sort of wite that other members here at elite...an audience of poets...can really relate to. Nice to know that we're not alone.
Not a lot i would fix with this poem, so i'll just leave you with a smile...and this:
I come and go – the Demon tags along,
hanging around me like the air I breathe;
each time I swallow he fills my burning lungs
with sinful cravings never satisfied.
Sometimes (for he knows my love of Art)
he visits in a seductive woman’s form
and with the specious alibis of despair
inures my lips to squalid appetites.
Thereby he leads me out of God’s regard,
spent and gasping – out to where the vast
barrens of Boredom stretch infinitely,
and here he hurls into my startled face
the open wounds, the rags they have soaked through,
and all Destruction’s bloody bag of tricks!
be well stranger,
see you around,
|| Posted on 2006-02-26 00:00:00 | by twacky | [ Reply to This ] || I've already commented on a couple of your other Spectre poems and somehow I missed this one. I notice that he hasn't shown up in your poetry recently. Hopefully his absence extends to more than your words.|
|| Posted on 2005-06-26 00:00:00 | by Lost Sheep | [ Reply to This ] || Len,|
First, thank you for your wonderful comments on my work. They were all very much appreciated.
I love this piece. "I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma; a harmless enigma that made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had underlying truth." Funny how humans torture themselves, isn't it? Be it consciously or otherwise, awake or in nightmare. I can truly relate to this (as I'm sure you gathered by my work) I loved the way you introduced us to your thought process, your way of thinking when things seem to be too frightening to bear. Very well done. I look forward to talking to you again. Be well
|| Posted on 2005-05-18 00:00:00 | by nebnim | [ Reply to This ] || That was deep and rich in thought. I wish I could|
explain the way that made me feel. I have experienced something very close to this poem.
|| Posted on 2005-05-16 00:00:00 | by lynn7 | [ Reply to This ] || wow hun, that is so much better than my own, i'm still trying to get over the way you write, just, wow...i loved the word flow and the way you ryhmed things,keep writing, your writing is beautiful, in a gloomy dark way...~rachelle||| Posted on 2005-05-16 00:00:00 | by dark lover | [ Reply to This ] || Insomnia really sucks! (Even though it does help me get my comment ratio up!) I love how you worded this piece. It's almost as if we are in the room with you, hearing you think. A very well written internal dialogue.|
I find that falling asleep gets more difficult for me when I am under stress. (And that's almost every day- even though I stay home with my children.) This piece really connected with the way my mind will chew on thoughts, making them bigger than they probably really are, keeping me from falling asleep at night. And the more tired I get, the more I ramble- kinda like now!
Thanks for sharing this!
|| Posted on 2005-06-16 00:00:00 | by Chell | [ Reply to This ] |