And Above The Sleep

And Above The Sleep

And by every morning after
These endless dawnings
Ripe, for
I awaken again

Restless
How I count these final days
O lighten came upon
These curtains breeze
Of oceans scenery I see
Through

And my breathe lapse
Out of rhythm control
Passing through my head
And repeating
Let again, regain

Afraid, of course
Let again, a swarm enters
The sickened thought
Billowing and every
Cycle turns again

Hold me down
Hold me down
Try again
Let again
My reason bewilder

No more I leech
Above your rivers thin
Lest you have built it before
I did not bewilder before

Built this fountain I
Domain of an under
Worldly spectrum
Twisting
Where I see your rivers through and
Swirling, the pillar sewers
Of hell

Hold me down
Hold me down
Try again
Let again
My reason bewilder

There is an end to this bleeding
Come emptiness and afloat
Hop aboard the drifting
Silently to yonder

Eccer, hi, I'm back reading poetry here again.
You are faithful to your style.
It always needs to be read a number of times, your writings.
They aren't that easy, but who wouldn't like a challenge?

A great line I picked: "no more I leech above your rivers thin"

A person ready to loose tension?

Yeah this was... I don't know exactly, haha. Well I was struggling, and I thought i'd might try to make a poetry out of it. But I don't feel this anymore, might make a revision of it someday. Thanks for looking into this though!

The great thing about poetry is that you don't have to completely 'understand' the meaning to appreciate it. This paints with subtle brushstrokes frightening landscapes on the fine line between waking and sleeping. Well, that's how I 'feel' this poem.