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Feb 25, 2009 13:32

"Sleep"

For a few hours
I'm swaying in the sea
My body is separated into tiny segments
That do not know they are part of the whole

As my breathing slows
And my eyes flutter closed
I float up into his steady arms
And for a few hours
I do not miss this place at all

At times I find myself
Screaming with no sound
Fear stabbing me
From the inside out

And it's so very painful
So uncomfortable
But at least for a few hours
I do not know this place exists

Sometimes I fly
And it's so exhilarating
The air rushing past
Feels so very real

Sometimes I'm by the sea
The rays of sun carressing me
The bed of sand beneath me
Bakes my skin and all of me
Until I am warm inside and out

Sometimes I see nothing at all
I only feel, I only smell
The sour breath of the enemy
The familiar stomach-churning panic
I can feel the shift again
I can feel my soul rearranging

And then I open my eyes
And I'm drenched in cold sweat
But at least for a few hours
I did not miss this place at all

poetry

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