Breadcrumbs

by Baby Rainbow   Oct 6, 2013


I hear you every night
through the whispers in my pillow,
as you promise me a world of secrets and lies;
a life of torture and pain.

Your voice becomes trapped inside my head,
like breadcrumbs that get trampled on the carpet.

And every night I am alone with you,
as you haunt my mind by crushing
each of my dreams.

Sleep is never safe.
(But then waking up is not much of an escape.)

And I ask myself if I am strong enough
to keep fighting this battle.
Because if you are there when I sleep,
and there when I awake,
I am nothing but a tiny breadcrumb
that has become trapped inside the carpet.

Saffie
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20/9/13

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  • 11 years ago

    by Unknown

    I love this so much. Something as simple as a breadcrumb speaks so much to me. You feel as small as this breadcrumb, trapped and trampled on... forgotten even.

    You are tortured daily in dreams and reality, you can't escape.. just like the tiny breadcrumb that is slowly being dug deeper in it's carpet grave.

    Wonderful, as always.

  • 11 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    What a sad feeling this is. Where you don't know what to do. Sleep is haunting and being awake is still worse.That is a horrible thing to think about though. The whispers in your head from the memories of your past. I see this as being ssomeone who really really hurt you and you are have ptsd here thats what I see. This person's voice is a ghost of some sort. Always there everyday and I think maybe its making your life worse and worse.

    You give off a tone of sadness of course here but you don't say why really. I mean it's this person but who is this person. I can only imagine that it might be a lost love or a family member or friend maybe?. I actually like that you give your memories and talk about them like a person. It give more life to this person who hurt you or just a bad memory. I love how you say that sleep is a bad thing. Or not safe. I think that is also very true because nightmares can be in sleep or real life.

    We always wonder if we can keep fighting everyday. Life is very difficult as we struggle. I like the tone here. You seem to say that even though you are struggling you are also a survivor. If they are there always I can imagine how much you hurt. Anyway this is a great poem as you say your heart here.