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You Understood me Right? Riveroflifelisajoy prose & poetry
March 7, 2008 at 9:48 am · Filed under amateur poetry and prose writing, BLACK HISTORY WOMENS HEALTH, Coping with Emotional Pain of Tradegy, Coping with Loss, Faith, Family in Crisis, fear of being alone, fear of death and dying, food, recreation, painting pictures for hobbies, sing, haiku prose, Health, Insomnia, Mid Life Crisis
I said that… and then you said I think
Well, I guess we will sit here
at the brink in the
thoughts of
our own heads
as we lay in
our own separate
beds
On the telephone
late at night
talking until we
fall asleep
afraid to close our
eyes because
of what resides
behind the
eyelids and
the pain that
threatens to crawl
out of its’
hole and pull
us within its
dark abyss and
home
hell to which a
place I have
never wanted to
roam
In the losses
and the battles
and the gathering of
strength by
adverseries
weapons
So here we sit
on the telephone
complaining at
each other
for not
understanding
what the other said
not understanding
what the other
meant
I want to hang up now
still too close
to being wide
awake to
hang up
Usually
we fall asleep
with the phone
as an open line
till one of us realizes that
the other has
fallen asleep and
finally hangs up
the phone
Then the other sleeps with
the constant buzzing
and respeat recording from
the phone “Please Hang UP…”
Till the morning creeps through
the window
the nights conversation, last words
mumbled into the phone
receiver, the last thoughts of
agony over the past like the
sand of the beach blowing away
into your dreams and pain lowers it’s
ugly head and crawls back to
its abyss until
finally you have fallen
into the arms of
dreamless sleep
Frustration of not being
understood before sleep
overcame you now is
disolved into
slumber and light breathing
of a sleeper
arms and legs curled
into the fetus position
and your brow
no longer furrowed
but now your forehead
clear of anger lines
your mouth slighty agape
unfurled into an
open hand at rest
You understood me Right?
A distant conversation that
has been put to rest
until another time
Put to rest until the next
night when
sleep is hard to find
so the phone calls again
and the little arguements
until sleepiness and the
“Sand Man” comes with
bag in hand to lead you by the
hand to “Sleepy Time Land” —
the place that bids you welcome
and possible freedom from your
frustrated, pain, anguished, anxious
day…..Come bids the Sand Man, Come
recline, resign to be at
peace and rest
The ocean of Sleepiness is at
its’ crest
Jump aboard and
gather your sleepy eyes
and let the sleepy time fly
and soon those things
that troubled you will flee
and you can stay here
with me
the Sand Man….Little horse, little sheep
jumping the enternal fence and you can
count them all……
You awake and look around and
there you find your link
to sleep, the
telephone—laying next
to you and then you groan.
How long before I begin to
regain normal sleeping patterns?
The tradegy that took
your natural sleep patterns
away and turned your midnight
hours into day….2 years ago…
the loss, the hurt you asage with
midnight phone calls to a dear and
trusted friend
You fuss and argue
just to pass the time
so to usher in
the Sand Man and
his bag of sand that invites you
to sleep and
cast away the cares of
the day…..
You understood me ….
Right???????
—-FINI—-
……riveroflifelisajoy