In My Sleep

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In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name
calling me to come hither in the shushing haze
while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain

 
I mumble and moan, tossing and turning in the cold bed
I pluck a fluttering feather from where you laid your head
and then the rumbling grief rattles in my throat
Screeching you’ve gone forever, and I am left to float

 

In this ocean of gurgling tears with waves crashing around
I drown in my ripping sorrow, I hear the howl of the hounds
Gasping and grasping I am for life, struggling with every breath
praying for someone to squelch and ease this blaring loneliness
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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31 Comments on “In My Sleep

  1. You’ve captured the sound of pain and loss, Linda! I especially love:
    ‘…the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
    plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain’
    and
    ‘…the rumbling grief rattles in my throat’.

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