Poets Pub 2019 Biggest Competition Ever - Vol Two

Torn In Two: Consciously Unconscious (AwSprite) Wk-5

Torn In Two: Consciously Unconscious

I lie awash in darkness, the weeping willows

Caressing cooling rivers. Torn in two I

Struggle amid my dreams, to sever the salted

Roots of earthy scents. Curled in pillowed

Sheets I hear cold tones of heartache, echoing

In the hallways. Yearning in howling thoughts,

Gripping blackened bark dampened by my

Frozen fingertips.

I hear the call of laughter in a child's mellow

Song, as my eyes mourn in silence. Restless

In once peaceful slumber, I leave my

Dreaming of flourishing flowers behind,

Hoping to see amber lamp light coming

Home. In coldness I search for the familiar

Boldness of unminding homely chaos; a

Symphony.

Wailing against my prison of the night,

To finally breathe at a welcome buckling

Of my binds; breaking forth into life once

More, her cacophony greeting me. Low

Leaden limbs sinking into my unshackled

Form - a lingering ghost of my torpefied

Figure rising - and at last I awaken

Unbound.