Insomniac Mutterings

by Robin A Walter   Sep 19, 2013


Ugly darkness, wakeful skies,
bone weary heart heavy sighs;
bearing ancient burdens
on haggard shoulders,
still the night drones on.

No pill or elixir heals this bane,
numb hands and aching back;
yet time continues eternal
spirals in this meaningless orbit,
the night still drones on.

Through bruised lips dead silent,
hunger robbing the sightless;
moths seek shelter from the terror
that stalks beyond twilight,
crowned in dew and starlight,
drones the night still on.

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  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Absolutely beautiful!

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Ugly darkness, wakeful skies,

    ^^I find this opening lines very interesting. For me, I find a deeper meaning in it.

    bone weary heart heavy sighs;
    bearing ancient burdens
    on haggard shoulders,
    still the night drones on.

    ^^An image of a tired soul carrying weight of
    the past sitting on a chair..touching scene.

    The whole poem is so well written with vivid images of a sleepless soul tired of the never ending night. Liked the smoothness of the flow and the rhymes used.

    Congrats on the win!

  • 11 years ago

    by Nithinpurple

    Good

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    Congrats on your Win:)

    Keep it up!

  • 11 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    Robin, you have excelled here! So much so that I'm going to nominate your poem for the weekly contest :)

    You paint such a picture with your words that can really be felt!

    Great vocabulary and an excellent write...
    Well Done Sir! :D

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