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Submitted by poewriter58 on 9 March 2008 - 4:41am.| Updated 9 March 2008 - 5:50am.
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Precarious Balance
Battles rage , mind is ablaze
Try and see through confusions haze
Some are dieing, others are trying to take what is rightfully mine
Battle weary and skirmish worn
A tree in a hurricane that is twisted and torn
An uprooted life hangs in the balance
Sleep an illusion, while wakefulness an intrusion
Where is it written I haven’t the right
To search for unthinkable dreams of the night
Where others won’t let me abide
A means to an end, as I break and bend
In the uncertainty of solutions to append
And love still hangs in precarious balance
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
This is what happens when stress and lack of sleep abounds
(1 vote)
I understand
I too often can’t sleep also. I like this poem.
Sleep an illusion, while wakefulness an intrusion
Where is it written I haven’t the right
To search for unthinkable dreams of the night
Where others won’t let me abide
This says it all. Good write. Jeanette
Thank you
Jeanette and as if to prove my pont it is3:30 in the morning
Chrys
What she said! Dear Chrys,
What she said!
Dear Chrys, you should stress less and sleep more, even though your condition produces good work, lol!
Always, Cat
dearest Cat
Thanks for the advice but no can do
thanks for the comments
Chrys
Gary Gary Gary
The entire poem is of trials and tribulations that indeed will make one restless and add to sleepless nights
thanks for the read and the comments you know they are always welcome from you and all
Chrys