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Sleepwalker
I walk along the dark city street at night,
Guided only by instinct and the subtly fading light of the moon;
Its silver glow reflecting off my pale skin.
I walk quite aimlessly,
Yet somehow peacefully.
Though unconscious I move swiftly, gracefully,
As if the remains of my heart were completely unharmed.
I walk straight ahead, never looking back;
For it would do nothing but remind me of the past;
My past.
The past I was so readily escaping.
My past, the last treacherous reminders of what happened,
What was, what could’ve been, what should’ve been;
But wasn’t.
I walk farther and farther from the life I once knew,
From the pain which I was so very well acquainted,
From the memories of happiness so distant they were no more than a blur,
From the impending sorrow that repeated itself many a time before.
I search of nothing more than inner peace,
Nothing more than the need to feel wanted,
To feel accompanied in this solitary walk of night.
Still, I walk, now miles from my previously pathetic existence,
Hoping to efface the memory of what I was completely,
For I never asked to be who I am, nor was I given the choice.
As clouds begin forming over the gentle projection of the moon,
I am left in darkness, utterly alone in the deadest of night.
I stop, awaiting some signal for me to continue my meaningless journey.
Completely lost, I stand there, easily mistaken to be a ghostly statue, horribly out of place.
I stay there unflinching for what seems to be an eternity,
But finally, the clouds disperse, granting me the light I so desperately craved.
It is then I find myself in a soft, comforting field of wheat.
Only now I am conscious once more, even though I am lost.
I am completely unfamiliar with the area I now dwelled.
What had I done?
I decided this was it. I was done.
I wallow in self pity until something catches my eye;
I look down to see my heart, surprisingly, beating.
Reaching for it, my eyes filling with tears of joy I suddenly freeze.
It’s there, without a doubt.
Until the wind blows through the distant forest, and then through the field where I stand.
It blows the ashes of my heart away forever.
Now, the one thing my soul led me here to retrieve was forever lost.
I walk towards the heavily wooded forest in disbelief.
The wind makes the shadows dance as the leaves at my feet sing;
They twirl around me, chanting.
I try to run, but my feet seem to be rooted into the ground.
I try to scream, but my tongue is a knot.
I try to squirm, but my arms stiffen to twigs.
And I become a tree in the enchanted forest of night wanderers.
I will never be heard again.
I was lured by the enchantment, and cursed to stay.
As the others in the forest, I am a victim.
The forest so alive, yet so dead and made of the broken ones.
I am no longer alone.
I am surrounded by the other lost souls,
Forever forgotten.
- by xXninjabatXx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: Sleepwalker
- Artist: xXninjabatXx
- Description: This is based on a dream I once had.
- Date: 08/18/2009
- Tags: sleepwalker
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Comments (3 Comments)
- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
- This would be much better as a prose short story. As a poem it is just to many images wrapped in too many allusions and not enough cohesion, but the be careful what you wish for you just might get it aspect is very nice. Try this as a very short piece of fiction.. I think you'll be happy (by the way ... a story doesn't need dialogue!)
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- a very small bird - 08/19/2009
- beautifully written, speaking of the muddledness that sleepwalking brings, yet the clarity of the thoughts
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- Willis_Nightmare - 08/19/2009
- Beautiful
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