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The clamor of the silence,
shatters the panes of my sleep.
Dreaminess breaks the continuance
of the reality, where closed eyes weep.

The days present prophecies of grotesque horror,
my reflection I find in wretched shape.
So much I have witnessed my own plunder,
into the anonymity of darkness I would rather escape.

Lack of illumination breeds such solitude,
so comforting and so compromising to my state.
I let the dusk become a mere prelude,
to my days which begin dark and late.

Music and drama I discover in the silent and bleak,
great plays staged, and symphonies weaved.
Many questions created from the answers I seek,
so many nights spent, the demise of sleep grieved.
AP.
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Nocturnal Existence

Contributed by ap on Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 06:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

“Nocturnal Existence”

The clamor of the silence,
shatters the panes of my sleep.
Dreaminess breaks the continuance
of the reality, where closed eyes weep.

The days present prophecies of grotesque horror,
my reflection I find in wretched shape.
So much I have witnessed my own plunder,
into the anonymity of darkness I would rather escape.

Lack of illumination breeds such solitude,
so comforting and so compromising to my state.
I let the dusk become a mere prelude,
to my days which begin dark and late.

Music and drama I discover in the silent and bleak,
great plays staged, and symphonies weaved.
Many questions created from the answers I seek,
so many nights spent, the demise of sleep grieved.
AP.

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Re: Nocturnal Existence (User Rating: 1 )
by Ronald on Monday, 31st March 2003 @ 03:34:21 AM AEST
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Hmm... Interesting poem you have here and this poem is indeed great! Keep it up pal!

Re: Nocturnal Existence (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Monday, 31st March 2003 @ 11:46:46 AM AEST
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"so many nights spent, the demise of sleep grieved" thats a great line - you really express the feelings of an insomnic well. i like the way the rhyme is subtle and creates sufficient rhythm to make the poem flow like your thoughts. you might enjoy my poem 'sleepless circles', its also about insomnia. great poem, keep them coming, Kate x

Re: Nocturnal Existence (User Rating: 1 )
by jaavys on Wednesday, 2nd April 2003 @ 02:25:47 AM AEST
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This is a great poem. It describes me to a tee.

Re: Nocturnal Existence (User Rating: 1 )
by aom on Friday, 15th August 2003 @ 07:06:45 PM AEST
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"the days present prophecies of grotesque horror" - gorgeous description of one finding comfort in the fact that all others are in bed. The connotation of sleep as a "demise", that it inhibits creativity, enlightenment - intense!!!

Re: Nocturnal Existence (User Rating: 1 )
by EternitysLyre on Monday, 15th March 2004 @ 12:29:51 PM AEST
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Insonmniac poetry, hey? You have a tendency toward circumlocution much like myself, and a bad habit of making the reader think. I can feel your mire; the sensations of wanting sleep, yet being torn from repose by restless rhetoric and infinite loneliness is often a matter that rattles my own mind

Vividly done.

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