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The Long Sleep

With no rest in sight

By Tina D'AngeloPublished 11 months ago 2 min read
The Long Sleep
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It's always a long way home

when your head is in the clouds

and your feet can't find purchase on the ground

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You close your eyes at the end of the day

trying and trying so hard to sleep

but need to hear what your dreams have to say

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They tell me about my past

They tell me about my present

Will the future be told if I ask?

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Escape, running, no way out for me

Impossible roads which fall off cliffs

and tumble me carelessly into the sea

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Flying with broken wings

waiting to crash to the earth

With nothing to hold me up but my feelings

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In my dreams I am strong

full of superpowers of magnificent strength

Owning towering wisdom, I am never wrong

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I must step carefully through the snakes

jump over crocodiles, avoiding the lions

hiding behind trees, whatever it takes

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I'm at the bus station trying to get home

Not enough money, I search for change

Try calling for help with the same broken phone

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It has been decades, why haven't they repaired this?

I wonder as I pick up the same damaged receiver

over and over again, hoping it's been magically fixed.

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Then, somehow I am hanging onto the bus roof

Struggling to hang on as the bus hits air

I see my old street for a moment, then poof!

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The bus lands and deposits me far away

in a strange neighborhood in the dark

Surrounded by evil strangers and I pray

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Somehow I always end up here

creeping through buildings abandoned

Waiting for the monsters to appear

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Even my superpowers cannot save me

Strength and wisdom

are meaningless in this realm of dream

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I should know by now they will never change

my dreams know me and I them

Each night a subconscious meeting is arranged

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Against my will I am forced to attend

a wall of frustration a portent of doom

Night after night terrors they send

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Until the sunlight streams once again

I am bound to these phantasms

Because I cannot bear to look away from them

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Waking exhausted, shaken, and unnerved

yet, out of morbid curiosity, I cannot bear to look away

What will tonight's demons serve?

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Oh, for a dreamless night

a calm, peaceful rest for body and soul

where my vivid imagination does not take flight.

Oh, what I'd give for just one dreamless night

surreal poetry

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Tina D'Angelo

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Comments (4)

  • Jazzy 11 months ago

    This is so relateble this last month! ❤️😭

  • Donna Fox (HKB)11 months ago

    This was so relatable and so vividly described, Tina! I can sympathize with the plight of never having a dreamless night, they say that means we never truly rest. But I just use the nonsense as story ideas, problem is they tend to pile up quickly!

  • Each night a subconscious meeting is arranged Against my will I am forced to attend These lines resonated so deeply with me. I do dream every night but somehow, there would always be a dream which is classroom, school or education related. Those dreams aren't exactly nightmares but it's exhausting having to dream about the same thing but with different plots. Loved your poem!

  • Mark Gagnon11 months ago

    Sorry, Tina but as hard as I try, poetry just isn't my thing.

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