Sleepless, With Defeat
Sleepless, with defeat...
when night is black and what is left
is time turning back on promises
The sugar coated world askew
What happened to the world I knew?
My head in sand? Was it a joke?
Have I only seen the best of times,
and what is left declines , declines...
The news of grim, and smoke, and rage
has filtered down and I sink in
beyond the edge where I can't bear
another sound of death or war,
of senseless crime against the pure.
I can't command my heart to heal
or hands to cure those in despair
I peel the covers from my bed
and take an aspirin for my head
and click remote and choke on war,
or some new evil presence near.
What happened to the hope I knew?
I'm left bereft, again, again
A violent mess the world is in
I try to keep my dreams alive
and turn the clock back frequently,
when all seemed right in my small world,
when rules were rules, not this confused.
Of course, I know it wasn't real
The world is cruel, has always been,
and yes it is naive' of me
to think it not, to want a shot
at fantasy
So I must write, and be requite, spend dead of night
with thoughts of kindness, wearing blinders.
By day, I must embrace a world bereft, of life and death,
Of Isis, crisis, snipers, takers, rapers, starving children bearing rifles,
headline breakers, heartache makers
I take them all to bed with me
These cancers love the pitch of night, and grow without control
stalking me, my peace of mind
The nights for sleeping often die
sleepless, with defeat
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For Charlotte's Contest: 7/31/15
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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