by Shayla R Cakes
Her sleep became nonexistent
In a world of infomericals hair removal products
And "sexy college co-eds"
And she knows that she'll never be asked to appear
In one of those videos.
Because the boys like girls with confidence -
Tall girls who hold their head up high
Blonde hair, blue eyes and a flat stomache.
She doesn't care enough about herself to do situps.
And though she could dye her hair blonde, it is a raven black.
Sleep rarely finds her
So she serenades herself with a rainstorm of tears
Falling from the gray clouds that are her eyes --
She's surprised they haven't turned gray yet.
Curling beneath her blankie --
The one her least favourite ex-boyfriend's mom made her
For her seventeenth birthday
She wonders who's thinking about her
Versus who even remembers she exists.
She tells herself a bedtime story
Of the boy that sneaks through her window
With a rose in one hand
And his heart in another, slipping her a kiss on the forehead
As she drifts to sleep.
And when she sleeps,
She dreams in colour.
And it's usually gray.
Author's Note: This is me dealing with a potent mixture of isnomnia and depression. Probably my favourite of any poem I've penned.
Posted on 07/16/2003
Copyright © 2021 Shayla R Cakes
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Richard D Frederick on 07/17/03 at 11:10 PM|
this touches me personally, thanks for sharing your thoughts.
|Posted by Amanda L Marron on 08/28/03 at 05:53 PM|
shay shay.....i'm always thinking of you!!! and i love you!!!
|Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/17/04 at 10:42 PM|
Very touching and heartfelt poem....outstanding imagery...not to many people know if they dream in color or not.....I dream in Blue
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/19/06 at 12:42 PM|
Beautifully powerful. Vivid images. An excellent write. Great job!
|Posted by Jessica Polanco on 02/02/10 at 03:20 PM|
this is really emotional, powerful and overall a beautiful piece. I really loved it!
|Posted by Richard Vince on 07/12/20 at 01:03 PM|
somehow i seemed to miss this before, so i'm glad i happened upon it now. very moving and relatable. i hope you're doing a lot better now, almost seventeen years on. :) if it hadn't already been POTD, i'd have suggested it.