Did you see too much –
get woken up again
far into the night?
Cascading,
black, inky dreams’ shade
hides thoughts that
sneak into the white chalk of daylight –
deftly wafting to mingle
with the sad dust
far from settled
since she died that night.
You still see too much
now you’re alone,
reaching far in the night
to hold her hands, soft,
and warm until all those tender
thoughts
warp and realisation
stabs your heart.
I still watch you inside her dreams; sleep’s
invisible games throw
you from the bed.
Now you try to close your eyes
to sleep at night –
and dreams the dreams
before she died,
frantically scratching open
windows long since jammed
shut to breathe
the outside world’s hollow air –
the air waiting for her when she woke up –
all just to suck up
this fucking mess?
A very good post.Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading, Henrietta.
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You are welcome!
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Gorgeous writing
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Thank you!
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Really powerful words. Very impressive.
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Thanks very much.
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Powerfully written. Good write.
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Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Ooooft hard hitting, fantastic lines and words.
A real ethereal quality and slightly spooky too.
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I was hoping for that. Thanks, Lion.
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