Sweet Slumber

You know what can make you think about sleep?
When you’re totally sleepy but aren’t allowed to sleep!
I wrote this poem in the lunch room of a hospital I worked in.
The bad part was that I was on night shift and was having the hardest time staying awake!
Thank goodness a beeper was attached to me and sounded off loudly whenever I was needed. Otherwise, I probably would have fallen asleep on the job. πŸ˜›

Sweet Slumber

What dreaded thing you are
that comes when not needed
and arrives when not wanted!
How dare you come to me now
when it’s your opposite I asked for
and your other that I longed for?

Where were you when I did call you out
I yelled without shame
and whispered your name?
Why do you still come to me
and make me feel weary
and quite frankly a bit dreary?

Fine, I give up! I succumb to your calling!
Lay down now my tired head
and my tired body on your soft bed!
I now accept you wholeheartedly
for I can resist you no longer!
So come to me fast, oh sweet slumber!

A Hero and A Villain

I wrote this poem as a freshman in college (forgive the amateur-ness).
But I can definitely imagine myself again – looking through that window…

Save Me

I was looking out the window last night
and it’s amazing what you can see
I watched the sun set behind the hills
and I realized I wasn’t free

The sun said goodbye to me
and the moon said hello
But the clouds covered up the moon
and the stars lost their glow

Without the stars to wish upon
and no moon to talk to
I was by myself and trapped
behind a window to look through

I could not escape from this predicament
and it was worthless to even try
An unknown boundary held me in
and it forbade me to cry

Why didn’t my hero saved me
from this villain called “I”
I must really be a hopeless case
Used by love, left to die.

I really don’t mean to be dramatic and tragic all the time. It just sorta fits with the poems I write. I don’t know why it’s easy for me to poems with sad themes. Hmmm. Kinda does make me wonder…

Just A Collection

Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.

Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?

Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?

Ah, love. So mysterious!

Collection

Four walls and a door
that’s always closed

Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue

A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears

Portraits which whisper
bittersweet memories

A room that collects
broken dreams

Deep

I don’t remember what I was thinking about that made me write this. But I kinda like it. Short, but powerful.

Deep

Whatever the circumstance
However hard the choice
No matter the hurdle
You will hear my voice
Explode from the deep
To rise above the din
To conquer any fear
And go for the win.