I inch slowly,
into this dark stupor,
my eyelids adjust themselves
to foresee imaginatively,
remembrance is the only curse and boon.
An old mirror robbed of it’s colours
and reflection deciphers my drowsiness.
I collapse into a ocean of sheets, searching
for a wave of untouched comfort
In a place this silent, sleep is a mermaid with brown eyes, singing to me, slowly ,a venomous hymn, drowning me into an oblivion of nothingness till I forget to mumble verses to the lonely sky.
She is busy today.
SB
Writings to Heaven 
I enjoyed reading this beauty.
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Thanks 🙂
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My pleasure.:)
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Wow, it is quite a beauty of a poem. The figurative imagery is amazing, especially in this stanza:
“An old mirror robbed of it’s colours
and reflection deciphers my drowsiness.
I collapse into a ocean of sheets, searching
for a wave of untouched comfort”
Very immersing especially when collapsing to what haunts us from the past in our memories; it robs us of our present (my interpretation of your poem). Extremely well-written, the imagery is highly imaginative down to each, lasting detail. Fantastic work!
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Thanks Lucy 🙂
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