zr-simon - Hello Poetry

As I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to take Ease my pain, for I am broken Make still my thoughts Toss out my dreams like the ash Of a fire that died ages ago. My will is gone My strength is waning I pray for sleep But never waking.

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Jun 11, 2024

Jun 11, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC

A Prayer

As I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to take Ease my pain, for I am broken Make still my thoughts Toss out my dreams like the ash Of a fire that died ages ago. My will is gone My strength is waning I pray for sleep But never waking.

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Middle of the night Alone with my thoughts treading water in a sea of darkness All around me is silence But inside, I can't make it stop.

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May 15, 2024

May 15, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC

Racing Thoughts of Loss

Middle of the night Alone with my thoughts treading water in a sea of darkness All around me is silence But inside, I can't make it stop.

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There's a light on in my mind If you look closely you'll find The light's merely a glimmer-- A fragment lost in time. It flickers in and out-- a futile manifestation of doubt, my mind, the bygone and broken-- A vessel left unmoored, endlessly wandering through memories obliterated by time. The lighthouse of my mind Darkened now--no ships to find just lost souls and memories-- fractured pieces left behind, eternally echoing in the night. There is no light.

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Sep 9, 2021

Sep 9, 2021 at 1:37 AM UTC

Lighthouse

There's a light on in my mind If you look closely you'll find The light's merely a glimmer-- A fragment lost in time. It flickers in and out-- a futile manifestation of doubt, my mind, the bygone and broken-- A vessel left unmoored, endlessly wandering through memories obliterated by time. The lighthouse of my mind Darkened now--no ships to find just lost souls and memories-- fractured pieces left behind, eternally echoing in the night. There is no light.

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It is the process by which we live one that takes many names: the daily grind the paper chase; but what is it all for? The endless cycle of waking up only to be letdown by obligations tied to quantity not quality. Temporary sacrifices become permanent compromises until one day we wake up and ask ourselves "What the hell am I doing with my life?"

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC

Uncertainty

It is the process by which we live one that takes many names: the daily grind the paper chase; but what is it all for? The endless cycle of waking up only to be letdown by obligations tied to quantity not quality. Temporary sacrifices become permanent compromises until one day we wake up and ask ourselves "What the hell am I doing with my life?"

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I awake in a cold sweat The graceful visage of my muse Slowly fading from my conscience Like a fond memory Nestled within the sands of time. My pulse quickens Heart beating in my chest Pounding away like a ferocious thunderclap. Fear overtakes me But my muse has not left my side And I wonder with glee if "life is but a dream?"

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC

Waking Up To A Dream

I awake in a cold sweat The graceful visage of my muse Slowly fading from my conscience Like a fond memory Nestled within the sands of time. My pulse quickens Heart beating in my chest Pounding away like a ferocious thunderclap. Fear overtakes me But my muse has not left my side And I wonder with glee if "life is but a dream?"

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Last night I went for a drive Under the watchful eye of a glowing moon I knew not where I was going Only where I hoped I'd end up There was a silent calm as I drove, Myself and life's displaced passengers As we all sought what we were looking for Without notice I became the last passenger And for no fault but my own I'm still driving

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC

Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

Last night I went for a drive Under the watchful eye of a glowing moon I knew not where I was going Only where I hoped I'd end up There was a silent calm as I drove, Myself and life's displaced passengers As we all sought what we were looking for Without notice I became the last passenger And for no fault but my own I'm still driving

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There's a deep-seated pain that wont go away Desire is the bookend that keeps it at bay But in this hour I'm losing this fight All of the longing keeps me up through the night Longing for solace, longing for passion Longing for a muse to give me direction Just a lonely soul, starved for human connection Each day creeps along as I search for a reason To go on

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC

If You're Out There, Save Me

There's a deep-seated pain that wont go away Desire is the bookend that keeps it at bay But in this hour I'm losing this fight All of the longing keeps me up through the night Longing for solace, longing for passion Longing for a muse to give me direction Just a lonely soul, starved for human connection Each day creeps along as I search for a reason To go on

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Every night I dream of death Visions transfixed by burning flesh All those I hold dear In moments rich of sadness and full of fear Silently perish upon the dark canvass of my eyelids Every day I see Death's shadow I feel his presence deep in my marrow He means no threat upon me Just serves as a reminder of my mortality So every night after my dreams of death When I awake with a pounding heart in my chest I go to take a deep breath And relish the fact that its not my night to die

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Dec 3, 2012

Dec 3, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC

Constant Reminder

Every night I dream of death Visions transfixed by burning flesh All those I hold dear In moments rich of sadness and full of fear Silently perish upon the dark canvass of my eyelids Every day I see Death's shadow I feel his presence deep in my marrow He means no threat upon me Just serves as a reminder of my mortality So every night after my dreams of death When I awake with a pounding heart in my chest I go to take a deep breath And relish the fact that its not my night to die

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I toss and I turn Thinking of everything And nothing at all

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Nov 30, 2012

Nov 30, 2012 at 3:51 AM UTC

Can't Sleep

I toss and I turn Thinking of everything And nothing at all

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Nurse? Yes? Would you be so kind to give a old man an audience for a moment? Ok. In the winter of my life, I went home. Where would that be? Pittsburgh, it was a cold place. Well you did say it was winter No child, that was a metaphor. Oh. It was cold, and unfamiliar to me. How so? Well, all the time I spent there throughout my long life, the old was respected. What do you mean? The buildings were old, but beautiful and they were preserved to tell their story, as were the people. So what changed? When I went home, everything was new. The old beautiful buildings were gone. Gone? Gone. They were replaced with plain buildings that bore no story. The people were younger then too. Is that a bad thing? No, not bad. Sad. Why is it sad? I didn’t recognize my home. But surely one’s home is always recognizable. Not for me, not anymore. It was alien to me. The beauty of my home had been removed. I like the city. You do? Yes. How old are you? 21. How old are you? 91. Oh. Thank you Nurse, for giving an old man an audience. Are you going to sleep now sir? Sir?

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Nov 27, 2012

Nov 27, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC

A Brief Conversation About Home

Nurse? Yes? Would you be so kind to give a old man an audience for a moment? Ok. In the winter of my life, I went home. Where would that be? Pittsburgh, it was a cold place. Well you did say it was winter No child, that was a metaphor. Oh. It was cold, and unfamiliar to me. How so? Well, all the time I spent there throughout my long life, the old was respected. What do you mean? The buildings were old, but beautiful and they were preserved to tell their story, as were the people. So what changed? When I went home, everything was new. The old beautiful buildings were gone. Gone? Gone. They were replaced with plain buildings that bore no story. The people were younger then too. Is that a bad thing? No, not bad. Sad. Why is it sad? I didn’t recognize my home. But surely one’s home is always recognizable. Not for me, not anymore. It was alien to me. The beauty of my home had been removed. I like the city. You do? Yes. How old are you? 21. How old are you? 91. Oh. Thank you Nurse, for giving an old man an audience. Are you going to sleep now sir? Sir?

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