Filtering Night
Guest Poems > Shannon Mayfield
Filtering Night
Sleepless nights I lie awake,
fighting with the nightmares in my sleep-
voices coming from nameless faces,
forcing me into unknown places.
Although I can see, still yet I am blind,
wondering of the capabilities of my mind,
asking why the fire burns so hot-
wondering why my words do not.
Speaking of unspoken things in the darkness of the night
is the way I mostly confront my fright.
Morning breaks and day begins;
do you have tickets to the play that never ends?
But darkness comes and begins to filter in.
I wake with a start and try to scream.
The pillow of sadness suffocates my forgotten dream.
People so close and yet so far-
why can't they see, why can't they hear?
Sleepless nights I lie awake,
fighting with the nightmares in my sleep-
voices coming from nameless faces,
forcing me into unknown places.
Although I can see, still yet I am blind,
wondering of the capabilities of my mind,
asking why the fire burns so hot-
wondering why my words do not.
Speaking of unspoken things in the darkness of the night
is the way I mostly confront my fright.
Morning breaks and day begins;
do you have tickets to the play that never ends?
But darkness comes and begins to filter in.
I wake with a start and try to scream.
The pillow of sadness suffocates my forgotten dream.
People so close and yet so far-
why can't they see, why can't they hear?
© 1997 Shannon Mayfield