Sleep, come soothe my broken world
But I know, you won’t visit me when you’re told
Come sleep of my childhood
When hours on end
Up on trees, on mountains, in fileds
With friends I spent.
Even then, they were the birds,
they were books, beloved
flowers, and vampires from old folk tales
and countless dreams
of how my world could be.
Now time, continuous, lingers by
Dripping its course with venom
Numbing the soul and desire.
I fall in the vastness of the universe
Not shining as a star
But sinking in a black hole
Of forgetfullness,
Remembering all.
Tortured by night and by day
Wondering who am I.
A collection of talents and university degrees and post degrees?
A mirror shows me
a picture of someone familiar.
who is it?
Still a child, singing itself to the sleep that won’ t come.
Is it exile from my land?
no, an exile from the living.
A connection broken
Long before I was born.
An exile in time, a desert of mind.
So much to know, so much to do
Yet I fret, give up.
In the wee hours
everything i let unravel,
all becomes loose ends
Going nowhere.
It begins to dawn
Morning light of no hope
that the new day could bring.
only the infinity of this void that so terribly stings.
the night that joins the day,
and another night and day.
Endless cycle of desolation
and despair.
Come sleep.
Beautiful
They say it is beautiful
this country, the people,
why don’t I have eyes to see?
yet sometimes i glimpse it,
a rare comet burning
so quick to disappear.
Feelings of yearning
Pain left behind
the sparks of this
astral trail.
Adriana (Romania-Australia)
Web of Loneliness Poems 