In Dark, In Sleep



The dark, the blind and vulnerable

I am where subconscious urges roam


In fluid dreams; their disconnect

They speak of all things alien


In sleep, sorrowful memories

A fixed unease roots from the crease


My threaded thoughts fray unstrung

My secure world becomes undone



A simple one that started out apart of another poem I am working on. This section I thought was better on its own.




Filed under Art, Life, poems, poetry

2 responses to “In Dark, In Sleep

  1. lucienlachance

    It’s strange sometimes how we attack ourselves in our sleep…for me sleep can be a blessing or a curse. Every night is different. But really, perhaps that is what makes it beautiful: it is unknown.

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