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Deception
by Richard VinceSadness and sleeplessness were my weapons:
An unholy alliance I welcomed
Into my life as friends, believing I needed
Them to be creative.
Even if it had been true, it would
Not have been worth it.
The oblique, disquieting lines I scrawled
Were not worth the beautiful mornings
I sacrificed for them, or
Insomnia’s kiss of partial death.
Somehow, I deceived myself into
Blaming my long sought happiness for
The drying of my personal inkwell.
Now, at last, I know the real secret to
Unlocking what still slumbers within.
Soon I will be reawakened,
But first I must sleep.
03/17/2009 Posted on 03/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 03/18/09 at 08:36 AM Great word choices, Richard. I love the phrase "Insomnia’s kiss of partial death." I've felt that too many times. I started writing when I was depressed in Jr High, but I've learned that a great poem can come out of a happy day just as easily. Wake up sleepyhead & write on! :) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/18/09 at 01:44 PM And self deception is easiest and the worst. Recovery can take a long sleep. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/20/09 at 03:15 AM Quite the realization... I always liked your happier pieces anyway, so no complaints here. ;o) |
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