Sleep and Hope

Sometimes even our darkest emotions and our deepest fears have to come to the surface. They haunt us, they scare us. I just hope it goes away soon.

Sleep and Hope

Fallen angels, withered wings
Her lonely grace, her paper dreams
Her husky voice, and subtle screams
In each second she breathed, she let herself flow to death

Little lights hanging upon her destiny's way
Blinding flashes of gore and gray
Blood-thirsty monsters play
Head-strong vigilance, a prayer, lost in the fray

Barging through ice-cold water and metal shards of burnt emotions
Heading straight into a valley of seed-less growth
Like a flower, plucked for the thorns it has
Like a river, drained for the toxicity it has
Like her blood, taken for all the hope it had
And crushed into numbing pain, crashing dreams
Bellowing mumbles of resistance, but it means nothing

Her gardens of roses and marigold beds
Her wishes woven with love and little bubbles of hope and freedom
She would dance around a little, hold tiny pockets of Spring
Hold them close to her heart, close to her soul, for the time being

And then her ecstasied frolicking is depreciated

People, calling from their haunting throats
Singing deadly lullabies, putting her to Sleep
The Sleep she does not want
The Sleep that would crucify her emotions and dreams

A lip that whispers 'Carry me away'
A tone that makes a grain of sense
A voice that drains drops of hope into suspense
A lock of hair, flying in the wind - carrying her message to the world

Muted peace
Bated breath
Closed eyes
And your loneliness strides on a piece of your flesh

Her numb senses, right down to the core
Her broken trust, right down to the last word
Her mistaken dream, right down to every detail
And her splintered fingers, right down to each muscle that aches

Make it happen, she wants to say
Make it true, she longs to believe

How?

Hope, is just the last leaf hanging down from the bare tree.
Hold on to it.

(19th January, 2012)