So often do I feel myself alone;
A shadow-being as dwelt in shadowed land;
Within a hidden place of shadowed sleep;
To drift within the dreams of others; and
Although I live surrounded, I am prone
To wake whilst do they rest. So lonely, I;
At best: am tossed to shadows and their keep;
And, though I prize the quiet time thereby–
Such times, surreal they seem; as unbeknown–
Am I, to any life beyond my mind–
Enveloped, parallel, and buried deep
From all of God’s creation–misaligned.
Until I’m thrown, myself, to dream; and make
To leap and join the world, wherefore I wake.
Wow… I like this one a lot. I can really relate to what you’re saying. ;-)
they call it “delayed sleep phase” I have been so aflicted since the age of 8.
great poem – terrific use of syntax
Thank you. I very much enjoyed writing this one.
…but I should have replied thus: Goodness me! Are they taxing that as well these days?
Great depiction of many a night time trouble.
Thank you; I am afraid this is a way of life for me.
Nights – the favorite of troubles..
Whether for fun or profit, I do all my most productive work between midnight and dawn. This is largely why I cannot work for large corporations excepting on a contract basis. This nocturnal/circadian strangeness has kept me from interesting work, but also brought me even more unusual and interesting work as a result/consequence.
A shadow-being as dwelt in shadowed land
Kind of you to say so. An example of making lemonade from life’s lemons.
The last two lines are wonderful! I sometimes suffer from sleep paralysis, which is a definitely a less romantic ailment. Nonetheless, it has its perks. I might be inspired enough to write about it perhaps in the future. Cheers! – D x
Scary! I have experienced that also. A very good friend and colleague of mine, also a mathematician, periodically experiences something called “exploding head syndrome.” I have not had the misfortune of experiencing that particular denizen of the night.
And thank you for your comment…. Also, yes: anything taken from ones direct experience will serve admirably as a topic for any kind of writing. Do it!
I can always find you, my love. I promise!
I do like this piece. Very nice.
I love you, Deathgirl.
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