Uneasy Rest

I wish to know

How you found your peace

How you discovered the courage

That puts you to slumber at dark

 

 

I am dying to find

The deities that smiled at your eyes

That told their lids to shut untethered

How your mind finds restrain

To the corners of your crib

As mine travels

To yesterday, tomorrow and where

 

 

I wish to see

Why the night choose you

As its golden child

Why you die every night

Like a timber of wood

And wake up reborn

Like a term neonate

Whilst I march to the labor camp

Thinking I lay my head to rest

 

 

I wish to know how you got to Eden

In solitude

While I languish in Goshen

Unhinged

 

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56 thoughts on “Uneasy Rest

  1. Lovely! I see a child sleeping here,that wonderful peaceful sleep of a young child. As adults our mental journeys to the past and to the future can rob us of that peace. Such nice writing as always.Thank you.

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  2. Sweet n nice poem.i like specially”I wish ,why d night choose you,………..whilst i march to labor camp,thinking i lay my head to rest”wonderful.

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  3. What a beautiful poem. And how true. The only way I can sleep is to listen to a book until I fall asleep. To keep my thoughts occupied..Perhaps babies are listening to the sounds around them and using them to lull them into dreams. Or perhaps it is just that they don’t have much of a past to regret.

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