Circadian

by Xanthe   Jul 20, 2012


Before the dawn, I always wake up to find
last night's dreams sleeping beneath my pillow.

Lights flicker on outside my window
and I just know I'm meant to be alone.

Each morning, I stir my cup of coffee,
diluting it with a cube of sugar.

I don't know why, but it's become routine.

Everywhere I look, I see nothing but love;
unless it is the mirror I look into.
Everytime I breathe, my lungs drown in bleakness;
unless it is the ocean I confess to.

Time slips quietly out the back door -
like an unfaithful husband leaving me,
as I hide behind heavy eyelids tonight.

Into the cold embrace of a star-less night,
I surrender; wishing for change to come
or perhaps, just a distant light to wish upon.

I don't understand why, but it's become routine.

07/14/12
*Originally written for a club challenge.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Blissful

    Love, love, love!

    "Everywhere I look, I see nothing but love;
    unless it is the mirror I look into.
    Everytime I breathe, my lungs drown in bleakness;
    unless it is the ocean I confess to."

    ^Gah, so much emotion here! I honestly don't even know where to start...this stanza is a whole in itself. So much beauty and so much pain. I especially like the first two lines and hit me so hard. I think there has been a moment in all of our lives where we have seen love everywhere but not in ourselves. Although there was a slight typo, every time is not one word, this was just seeping with emotion that couldn't be ignored. Nicely written.

  • 13 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Ahh, you're only 15?! How are you capable of writing something like this?

    Too impressed for words right now. Going to read some more of your poetry.

    Congrats on the win, sorry I'm late.

  • 13 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love how you keep repeating this theme of routine, it's really heart-breaking. Wanted to congratulate you on the win! This was an emotional yet simple write as the reader is left to wonder about this person, their dreams, who they look into when they see the mirror......congrats :]

  • 13 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Congrats, apple tart.

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Why didn't I see this poem?!!!!

    Oh God.. I'm terribly sorry.

    Time slips quietly out the back door -
    like an unfaithful husband leaving me,
    as I hide behind heavy eyelids tonight.

    ^ This deserves to be hung in Hermitage! :)

    Way to go, sis... I will re-comment.. but for now CONGRATS!

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