#43. Blinking Eyes

Day 27. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

SleepPoem: Blinking Eyes; a poem for insomniacs

There was a closed door

And when it was not

It was ajar

With memories slipping out

Of the rotten frames

In the still of the night

Things that cannot be held back

Came creeping, so quietly

Whispering in the night

In the darkness, void of light

Messing with our heads

And made an enemy of our beds

We stay up, staring at the ceilings

Eyes blinking, afraid to shut them

Voices in our heads as company

Sleep forgotten till dawn.

 

There was a closed door

And when it was hot

We kept it ajar

To let the cool air in

Along with lost dreams filtering in

Through the broken hinges

Regrets of what could be

Robbing us of sleep’s delight

We stay up, staring at the ceilings

Eyes blinking, afraid to shut them

Voices in our head as company

Sleep forgotten till dawn.

 

There was a door

And when it was not

It was a jar

with lids wound tight

holding back nightmares

that leak out only at night

ghosts of memories,

laid to rest and buried

rising from lonely graves

to the surface of our minds

eclipsing sleep….

© Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido (written in collaboration with my daughter, Ginika). All rights reserved, 2014.

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