Still Sleep

tear

Even though you sleep soundly
I am kept awake to sounds
as my heart breaks,
held captive and to ransom
since you have gone.
When the winds howl loudly,
the creaking gates chatter
their idle conversations,
and they play out to echo
my own,
still alive
with it all
in my head.
Now you sleep, I am sad
and profoundly quiet
and I hate the dawn.
Now you sleep soundly
I can cry with your pain
and let the hurt remain
here, just so you can sleep soundly.
Seeping through the daylight
come the teardrops shed,
memories and words,
thoughts unsaid, and regrets
burst through prisms of a watered
down achromatic life –
they all run down my cheeks
with no place else to go now
and no soft hand or lap or comforting
whisper. I mop them up and the air
takes all that is left.
More tears fall and I catch
them on my fingers – I hold them up
but a trickle escapes from my hands,
droplets to water this grief –
now you sleep soundly,
It is all I have

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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