Pitch Black

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Woooh, love the shaoe, your poems always look so appealing. This is a very sharp pointing tool which indicates to me the depth and pain in the poem, perhaps anger and frustration too from lack of sleep and lack of confidence to tell the person the truth about your feelings.

As for the poem, I loved the flow it was so fast which makes it a poem we can read again and again. The powerful words really echo throughout the poem and remain strong in my head each time I read them. It really expresses your emotions as they continue to consume you as you try to sleep.

I could relate to this and the thought of going to sleep, I hate sleeping and always stay up as late and as long as I can to avoid sleep.

You give the impression that you know why you cannot sleep but are too ashamed to tell the person who I assume you are sharing your life with, and your heart, and soul, so it makes me question what this thing is, because it is eating you inside and must be so overwheming to carry it alone, it also must be so degrading and shameful in your head that you feel you cannot share this with them.

Adored this poem <3 xx

And thank you Wild.

I was a bit hesitant to post the poem in this format, but your comments have assured me that I made the right decision.

Thank you for taking the time to read =)

Woooooow I didnt I read this early today?:/
Im so in love with the format of the poem, you did an amazing job:)

The layout here is PERFECT...This is exactly what happens when we cant sleep..we dont think it full sentences, its choppy, its annoying, its random....

This is heartbreaking....Theres only so long we can do this though, laying next to someone whose hurting us, or next to someone who wont support whats wrong or comfort us, so hard...but you know what, there HAS to come a point where you can't take it anymore because it makes it cold. I have slept in a cold bed with someone before, I have rolled over crying and I just cant stand it. I will never do it again, awful feeling....

This poem pains me to read simply because I can relate so much ...but as for the poem, as always love the wording, love what you did here and how you set it up as

- here is what happens when I sleep
-here is the person who makes it hard to sleep
-here is what I cant tell you..

It reads quick, and in the moment it happens quick. Voices speak, it drives us mad, we toss and turn, we wake that person, they notice we arent sleeping and when they ask, we are hushed, too timid to speak the truth...

I just love this. Really I do.