Sleep
To sleep, to die that partial death
Only to rise once more. Again
To sleep, and in that sleep to know
The Truth that is all life's full flow
I close the soul to circumstance
And cease to see into the world
I turn my thoughts into myself
And turn my sight to the unheard
Darkness flits across my eyes
Empty thoughts are floating by
Rising from the nether-void
I see my soul, still undestroyed
A hand grasps forward, wracked by pain
The Truth engraved is lost again
A spark, a flame, is all I see
Within these darkest depths of me
This sleep, this death, is all I am
Awake, alive, but hollow still
I dream, but only as I am
What's seen before me, I can't kill
My mind yet floats, my soul is numb
My life is gone within the sun
That's caved into itself in loss
That's fallen far, known not the cost
The spark is lost into oblivion
My soul is strewn, become all that I am
The tumult of the sounds of all that's real
Are lost inside the darkness's sole seal
Below the threshold of my mind
Exists the Truth that I can't find
Below life's tumult, deep inside
Into the absence, all subsides
I'm gone. I've fallen through that deep abyss
I'm lost inside myself, inside all this
That never could but be
Ah, Truth! You are all that I see
When my eyes close
And my mind turns
Into the twisted sinews of itself
Copyright © Natsirt Nav Neram | Year Posted 2005
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