Smoke Colored Bench

an ode to sleep

an ode to sleep

Your comforting embrace

Never fails to make my heart race.

You give this feeling,

Of breathless wonder,

I yearn to feel all day.

Tendrils of your warmth

Encircle my mind,

Lulling me to rest,

And close my weary eyes.

My indifferent facade

Is peeled away by you,

When the moon rises

And the sun bids her goodbye.

As the shadows rise

And my doubts scratch at my mind.

I mourn you absence

Whenever I wake.

When I no longer feel the wind on my face,

As I soar over the world.

When my kaleidoscope eyes

Must open to the dull grays of life.

I mourn your absence when I realize

That I must face

My mistakes.

My parents.

My friends.

My foes.

You have always settled a blanket over my soul

Shielding me from the darkness

But sometimes it slips through the cracks

The way the sun creeps through the cracks in my curtains

It claws at my eyes

Tears at my thoughts

Rousing me from my sleep

Taking me from you

The darkness takes me from you

My security blanket.

My escape.

My love.

My solution.

My sleep.

They take you from me.

And, my precious, that is not an easy thing to do.

I fight the darkness,

My bleeding knuckles,

My bruised heart,

My dim soul,

A reminder of the battles I fought.

A reminder of the wars I'm willing to fight for you.

So, sleep, an ode could never express my love.

Could never tell you the dread I feel when I wake.

Could never look into your beautiful warm eyes.

Could never whisper the three words I dream to be able to tell you.

So, I have decided to give myself to you.

Because the rest of eternity

It will be just you and me.

For today marks the day,

I refuse to see the rising sun.

Today marks the day 

I lay down for an eternal rest,

To express my eternal love.

✍

▼ M E A N I N G ▼

        if you read the title and immediately was like "OMG TWENTY ONE PILOTS" (or something along those lines) then I love you. Anyway this poem is an ode, a poem praising an object or person, to sleep because sleep is beautiful and amazing. 

        So the person in this poem is basically praising sleep and talking about how sleep gives them a time to forget about their demons, doubts, etc. but sometimes they have nightmares and they can't escape. So, they decide that if sleep is so much better then life then why not sleep forever. Now, Im not saying this a good solution this is just what I write about. Suicide is not a subject I take lightly nor do I think it should be. I never want anyone to think so. I hope you enjoyed the poem/ode! (I tried this thing called punctuation (I know ew right?) in my ode so I apologize if I did it wrong.)

song of the poem: Snakes by Bastille

[song has nothing to do with the poem its just amazing]

➳ Leah Skye