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The Edge of a Dream

May 17, 2018

Sean Michael, April 2018

Many nights I’ve lain awake
Floating at the edge of a dream
Of what used to be
Of what could have been
What will never be

Hanging from a windblown gallows
The truth I know has gotten shadowed
Voices from the shadows make no sense
Distorted visage bellows laughter
Feeding on the dreams I’ve been after

Many nights I’ve lain awake
On the precipices of reality
Of what used to be
Of what could have been
What will never be

Fallen from the tree of worlds
Awakened to illusions unfurled
Another twisting turning maze
I meander in a daze
Alone I make my way

Many nights I’ve lain awake
But I will finally sleep
In the pyres of what used to be
And the ashes of what could have been
What’s to come I do not know my friend

 

Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #220, May 17, 2018

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10 Comments
  1. “Many nights I’ve lain awake
    On the precipices of reality
    Of what used to be
    Of what could have been
    What will never be”

    I like this stronger echo of the first refrain. The word precipices works its magic.

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  2. The repetition in this works so well, and reminds me of Poe.

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  3. A sad poem Sean and full of regret. I hope you are doing well.

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  4. Beautiful in its melancholic tone!

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  5. Sadness is palpable. I wrote you via email – did you get it?

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    • From Sean’s Grandma: I did send your e-mail on to Sean and he said he had received it. He’s been fairly depressed (feeling isolated, lonely, grief for his grandfather’s death) for the last several months and has not been writing as much as usual.

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      • Thank you so much for letting me know. Send him my regards – for what it’s worth from a faraway stranger. Much regard.

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  6. This is so sad… I hope that you are coping… to lay there every night wondering makes me think my own troubles trivial… hope to see you around, and thank you Sean’s Grandma for bringing this to the bar.

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  7. Nice line: “Hanging from a windblown gallows”

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  8. Those rueful nights. I wish you well. I wish you sleep, my friend.

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