Sleepless and Dreaming

tonight she is asleep

while I wallow alone and

play alone,

eating the bitter fruit of solitude.

 

the windows cannot

force out

the chill of a frozen night.

a skin of comforters

grips

her adorable frame

 

while my mind meanders

restlessly awake,

quietly alone

in the wake of my craving

Reviews

[Sparrow]

I love the paralleled image of the two. One snug and warm in her bed while the other languishes far away feeling all the effects of loneliness. The fluidity of your words makes this extremely elegant for me. It reminds me a lot of your other poem, about the girl and guy on the train, the one you left untitled. There are certain similarities but of course not the same piece at all. This will be filed as a classic Mike poem, some of my absolute favorites.

[Magicant]

You have a way with endings.

[Jane Doe]

What a great poem!

'eating the bitter fruit of solitude.'

~I love how you described solitude here. It can be very bitter at times.

Wonderful writing!