A Senseless Sleep
The face of an angel, the bitterness of sorrow
Completes my every emotion, and tugs at my lids.
To sleep would be a release into a world of undeniable truths
That I cannot bear to let into my waking consciousness.
Where there is light, there is an awkward feeling of morality
Yet, into the night, goes a split-tongued version of sensibility.
Awakening to the dawn of day, the pain rises in my soul.
The tense, numbing pain within the pit of my belly.
It is a yearning for someone, something, someplace
Which holds my sense of reality; my sense of unity.
This one unifying detail falls within my dreams.
Yet, a figment can do no wrong and I am forever
Wrapped in a world of flawless beauty.
This dreamlike state of utter confusion strangles me,
Entraps me within it's talons, and carries me to oblivion.
Although I never quite make it to the heavens,
As the talons loose their grip, and I fall to the ocean
To which their is no end.
-By Brian MeltonŠ1998
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