Would you show me how you sleep so sweetly
Or could you teach me how not to dream
Mine have been deliberately consuming
Considerately they've been killing me
With reoccurring nightmares
Of creaking cemetery gates
The silent screams among the undead
As they lay me down within my grave
My heart beats restlessly inside of panic
Anticipating this hell I've never met
But it promised me that it missed me
Through all the nights I never slept
Its fingers grip tightly around my throat
The other hand covers my eyes
It hated that I believed in God
And all of His softly unspoken lies
Then I awake within a deeper panic
I still feel the impressions of its hands
Lord how many nights must I be pulled under
Before your heavens will take me back
~JJF ~
Comments (28)
This reminded me of a poem of yours way back, that had linked me to a time when I went with my then partner to tend a grave I'd learnt was his mother's.
A poem to arouse deep personal thoughts....powerful write as always....Kathy
Mick.
May i add also double "WOW WOW" another classic from you
Ken
or else its me i am wrong thinking my dear lad you beat yourself up too much
but no matter.. what helps me dream sweetly is a picture of Kevin costner on my bedside locker
perhaps the samething might help you dream sweetly also.
(eh" you might wanna use a different picture tho)
Anyways night night Jesse my bed is calling me
I can so relate to every line in this powerful poem...
Blessings sent your way...and what a lovely way you have in all you write.
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
I had to come back
and read it a 3rd time!
~SAS~