Pain woke us
Pain woke you,
Prodded you from sleep.
From the first aches of discomfort
To the full blown agony of awareness
It stopped your slumber dead.
You tried to mask it
Tried to distract yourself
With whatever came to hand.
Anything to sleep again
Dreaming the soft safe dreams
That fill the sleeping world
With pastels colours and smooth shapes
And are void of any meaning.
So, the pain is gone,
You tell me without words
Life feels good, you say.
Sweet dreams, I say, resigned.
I’ll see you in the morning;
I’ll take the night-shift
And watch over your sleep.
Someone has to guard the sleepers,
It might as well be me.
Pain woke me,
Prodded me from sleep.
From the first aches of discomfort
To the full blown agony of awareness
It stopped my slumber dead.
I tried to mask it
Tried to distract myself
With whatever came to hand.
Anything to sleep again
Dreaming the soft safe dreams
That fill the sleeping world
With pastels colours and smooth shapes
And are void of any meaning.
So, the pain is gone,
I tell you without words
Life feels good, I say.
Sweet dreams, you say, resigned.
I’ll see you in the morning;
You take the night-shift
And watch over my sleep.
Someone has to guard the sleepers,
It might as well be you.
Pain woke them,
Prodded them from sleep.
From the first aches of discomfort
To the full blown agony of awareness
It stopped their slumber dead.
They tried to mask it
Tried to distract themselves
With whatever came to hand.
Anything to sleep again
Dreaming the soft safe dreams
That fill the sleeping world
With pastels colours and smooth shapes
And are void of any meaning.
So, the pain is gone,
They tell me without words
Life feels good, they say.
Sweet dreams, I say, resigned.
I’ll see you in the morning;
I’ll take the night-shift
And watch over your sleep.
Someone has to guard the sleepers,
It might as well be me.
{ I posted this first at http://thewildsheepsociety.wordpress.com . As a sufferer of chronic pain, the power of pain to awaken us from more than simple slumber is bitterly familiar; perhaps all forms of enlightenment begin with this sudden waking to other realities. It’s amazing how a simple change of voice changes everything; I started the poem with the first person and then played around. }
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Doing double duty. Hope it calmed the pain.
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