Now I Lay Me Down to Die

a self inflicted wound that may cause the final days

Now I lay me down to die

 

Last night I again broke the heart of my perfect dream

I hoped that one day we could truly share our love for each other

but that was all an illusion in my mind that I knew

I would never hope to attain and instead found ways

to sabotage with my screaming thoughts locked inside my head

 

I cannot stop dreaming of you while I'm sleeping,

I cannot breath to clear the vision of you in my daydreams

I cannot escape you there is no escaping you.

I just wish I could make your dreams come true.

 

You have been my dream, my wish, my fantasy,

you have been my hope, my love, my everything I wanted

and I am afraid that the realization

that I cannot make this dream come true 

have driven me close, too close to the edge of no return

because of my feelings for you.

 

I weep now knowing the harder I try to make things right

the more completely wrong turns out to be

my only accomplishment

I can only hope that I have not ruined your dreams

the way I have ruined my dreams

I will dream yet again of you as I lay me down to die.

Gomer LePoet ....

Reviews

[Lilly]

As sad and emotional this poem is, it is still so very beautiful. Having feelings so strong for another, love that is not or cannot be returned and still this person is in the others hopes, dreams and wishes...
I can connect to this piece - as do others I am sure.
Lovely write you have here.

[?]

I can completly understand this one, kinda in the same boat. This is such a sad piece, already having an emotional day and then I read this and bam! if the tears didnt start pouring. This was such a cry out....beautifully sad...
Nice piece David, now I gotta go swim in that river I just cried.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Oh my, this is a sad one from you. I wonder how many lost loves have been thought of at the time of death. I had a lost love, once, that my thoughts of had been almost nonexistant, after many years. Then, suddenly, I couldn't get him out of my mind. When I finally called, I was too late, he had committed suicide.

Therefore, this poem caused me to reflect upon that time and was well written!