These memories kill. [poem]

Every night, I crawl
into my cocoon of pain
and disintegrate.

All I want is one
night without stars, only moon,
and no suffering.

I want for you to
swallow my tears whole, till you
taste their bitterness.

Give me the sleep that
is dream-less, that is past-less.
These memories sting.

My days grow stagnant
and pale, like the walking dead.
These memories kill.

2 comment(s):

Alya said...

OK! First I cannot believe that no one commented on this! This was incredible " sleep that is dream-less, that is past-less" I never heard it that way before. You knocked it out the box with that one line!

Great job!
A~

Alya said...

Forgot something..."All I want is one night without stars, only moon" I am in awe of that. That was powerful!

~A