Sleepless Poem by Barbara Nixon

Past the point of no return

dreamland that once beckoned

has withdrawn its invitation

unaccommodating mind engaged in every second.

Brain rebooting buried thoughts and hurts

dredging from the annals a host of unmentionables

interred tears, interred fears, interred years,

ejected onto centre stage, myriad of dramas

played out on shadow filled walls,

redundant emotions resurrected, magnified

rebuffed, but re-emerging with tittering scorn

battle of wills, a game of slow kill.


Let the moon beat its retreat
let the dawn be its master
let the sunrise come quickly
lest my despair groweth faster.

by barb