LET ME SLEEP
He won’t let me sleep. He just won’t let me sleep. Morning…Noon…Night….. Time is of no consequence. He is obsessed. The man needs to see a psychiatrist but someone tell that to his parents!!! His goddamn mother who, thinks that his life is ruined and the reason is me!!
And now he comes crying to me ...as if crying can change things between us! As if our past will be wiped clean like a slate and we could start all over again! The only thing common between the wiped cleaned black slate and our relationship is the blackness…. A blackness that devoured me long time back and is now threatening to devour our children.
Still he is adamant, he wants his wife back. A piece of flesh: ready to entertain him. He just won’t let me sleep!!!
He doesn’t even care about the kids anymore; as he lies all over me asking me to come back to him. As if , lying over me can get me back to him. The kids stare at this spectacle in wide-eyed confusion, wishing that all was well between Mummy and Papa. My heart aches for them and yet, this man just doesn’t seem to notice their plight! He is busy wooing me with flowers as if flowers can bring me back to him. Now, the flowers lie strewn over me; and he lies over them crushing them under his enormous weight as once I was crushed; my dreams were crushed. He never bought flowers when I wanted them. Maybe because I didn’t ever tell him that I wanted flowers. Now he lights candles but I don’t remember candle-light dinners after the birth of our first born.And now he wants me back. I am tempted but…. How can the dead rise from the grave? And he wont let me have my eternal sleep, he wont let me rest in peace! My darling I wish I could come back and tell you “ I love u, but…. stop lighting candles, stop showering my grave with flowers . Move on …. AND LET ME SLEEP”
And now he comes crying to me ...as if crying can change things between us! As if our past will be wiped clean like a slate and we could start all over again! The only thing common between the wiped cleaned black slate and our relationship is the blackness…. A blackness that devoured me long time back and is now threatening to devour our children.
Still he is adamant, he wants his wife back. A piece of flesh: ready to entertain him. He just won’t let me sleep!!!
He doesn’t even care about the kids anymore; as he lies all over me asking me to come back to him. As if , lying over me can get me back to him. The kids stare at this spectacle in wide-eyed confusion, wishing that all was well between Mummy and Papa. My heart aches for them and yet, this man just doesn’t seem to notice their plight! He is busy wooing me with flowers as if flowers can bring me back to him. Now, the flowers lie strewn over me; and he lies over them crushing them under his enormous weight as once I was crushed; my dreams were crushed. He never bought flowers when I wanted them. Maybe because I didn’t ever tell him that I wanted flowers. Now he lights candles but I don’t remember candle-light dinners after the birth of our first born.And now he wants me back. I am tempted but…. How can the dead rise from the grave? And he wont let me have my eternal sleep, he wont let me rest in peace! My darling I wish I could come back and tell you “ I love u, but…. stop lighting candles, stop showering my grave with flowers . Move on …. AND LET ME SLEEP”
posted by erratica at 7:44 AM
7 Comments:
You could definitly incorporate these lines into a powerful poem:
busy wooing me with flowers
he wants his wife back. A piece of flesh: ready to entertain him. He just won’t let me sleep!!!
blackness…. A blackness that devoured me long time back and is now threatening to devour our children.
Now, the flowers lie strewn over me; and he lies over them crushing them under his enormous weight as once I was crushed;
nw in wich lec did u write this?? ;)
m sure ur prof must be proud of u!
nice post. liked it a lot.
Sad story though.... the kids have nothing to do with it... shame on the parents!
shame on the father, tyler!
@ stan :one of my friends who read this ,too felt that i should have written it into a poem.
Purv: lol.this was not written during ane lecs. this was written while mailing my resume ;)for the internship.
dont worry tyler, the kids will get over it. i m there na to help them out ;)
Chilling piece - had goosebumps by the time I finished...
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