It’s quiet
Flashes of black
Humming in my ears
Deafening to my ears
Changes in shades
Of gray
Circles, squares, morph
Millions in a second
Faces of strangers
One then another
Hundreds of faces
Turning into each other
Why do I try,
for even a moment, to close my eyes.
It can be sacrificed,
So I don’t see
The back of my lids
Where horror lives.

10 thoughts on “Poem

  1. This describes perfectly when sleep does not give relief. I struggled for years with my sleep. I don’t often remember my dreams. I woke up from a nightmare the other morning and heard the sound of our garage door closing… my husband was leaving for work. I was so shaken. When I do remember my dreams, someone is always chasing me. The other morning, before I woke up out of my dream I was holding a door shut as they were pushing on it. I knew it was only a matter of time before they would break through… and I woke up! I hope you are able to get the rest you need Bethany!


  2. My darkest memories and thoughts come alive in the silence of the day or night.
    But… my need for quiet, for still, out weighs the 24/7 Kaos. It levels the playing field in the upkeep of some sanity.
    Don’t laugh, but one of the reasons I like your poetry, lighthearted or dark, is the meaning/thought resignates clearly. With other artistic poetry it takes me a minute or an hour to wrap my head around it.😊 :•)


    • I am thrilled that you can see it clearly! I am the same with other poems in trying to figure them out. I like the ones that resonate and i immediately get!i love the quiet too. My worst are at night even in enjoying the quiet. I close my eyes and things are a freakin mess!

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