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Night Terrors

by Jared Orlando

It’s getting dark
And it’s gotten late
So while I wrap myself
In that thick midnight blanket and
While the fabric grazes my open skin
My eyelashes tap one another
My chest a broken elevator
Going too quickly up
Too quickly down; the night
Is talking to me through
A rustling tree and somewhere
Some broken doe-eyed girl
Sheds a tear under a shattered mirror
Few leaves release and float down
One’s last breath lingers on
The corner of Highland and Fountain
All these pressures of the world
Of keeping it spinning on axis
Saving, losing, and trying too hard
And not enough
Sleeping becomes selfish;
While others grasp out from the flood water,
Yell above the wining of sirens,
You-me-I-we-him-us-her-she-we all just want
1 more hour…
Just 2 more hours of sleep.
Because it’ll all be better
In the morning.

03/26/2011

Posted on 03/26/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/11 at 09:14 PM

The build-up to those last three lines is just terrific storytelling, man. Well done indeed.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/11/11 at 12:10 PM

this is excellent. i have been aching for some quality writing on this site for the last 2 years...apparently looking in the wrong places. impressive work mate

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/11/11 at 07:25 PM

Nice end to this well-written piece!!!

Posted by A. Reed on 10/15/11 at 09:21 PM

Well this is just appropriate right now you have no idea. I'm there at this very moment. Well done.

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