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Sonnet: I Can't Sleep by *themapper:iconthemapper:



I Can't Sleep
I know those patterns all too well, too well:
Familiar rhythms of your sleeping breath,
Your body mem'ry's in me til my death,
And though you're gone I can't forget your smell.

I turn in bed and reach to find you gone.
And sleepless, wonder if it's really true;
I shall no longer share this bed with you,
I ache the whole night through until the dawn.

O please release my mind my heart my soul
And grant me freedom from this nightly pain
I need to feel the night entire again
I need to feel the night entire and whole.

At dawn my wretched shadows grasp and creep
And finally let me grab a wretched sleep.
©2005-2009 *themapper
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From a poem I read, by an artist called ~ArinaQuartz, and the poem called Sleep
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you didn't really have to put my name on there. ty though. :D i really am honored that i could have started something with it. yay, my stuff's not useless!

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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
<sighs> I know that situation when the smell of a departed (former) loved one lingers. It's worst at night. Your poem really reached me, I've been there too many times. O well, we all live and learn.

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My pond aerator is bubbling as it should.
yeah. even when it's for the best it's still difficult. i'm much happier now though. :D

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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
<sad memories> I miss the way my daughter smells when she sleeps. I met her again after some years, and even tho she is a teenager now, I still know her smell. total heartache.

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My pond aerator is bubbling as it should.
awww... i bet. i'd die without t... someone else is more than welcome to keep him during the day when he's a monster, but when he's asleep..... sigh. i love him. :D

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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
As beautiful as it is bittersweet. Such a deep and soulful ache... reminds me of my one and only love.

Chela
Why thank you so much for your wonderful comment.

Russ

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My pond aerator is bubbling as it should.
You're most welcome.

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