Sleep’s Peace

The peace of sleep has now been erased

The searing pain strikes deep again

Grief of my loss comes sweeping through

Tears start to fall from eyes so blue

It’s real–it’s true, my love is gone

He made a choice to keep moving on

My first real love, I was so attached

But I’ve let him go–no turning back

The pain is with me like a gloomy cloud

Lightning bolts flash hitting hard

No joy within, no smile without

My heart’s been broken, crushed and slaughtered

I see no ending to this overwhelming carnage

I have no appetite

I can’t eat a bite

I blame myself

Somehow I was lacking

My days feel endless

I wander like a droid

No concentration

My brain’s gone numb

The only respite is when I sleep.

Sleep

Sleep

Day

After

Day

Until finally a glimmer of light I see

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  1. jgavinallan

     /  May 24, 2011

    Gayle—very moving–“-its real its true my love is gone.”..

    Very moving

    hugs
    Jaye xoxoxo

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  2. Yes… very touching! Love it !
    Check out my poem ” My sanity “

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  3. Very moving and well written!

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  4. Oh, those first break-ups. So tragic, weren’t they. You touch a spot everyone will relate to with this one, Gyale. Lovely. Thanks!

    JamieDedes

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  5. Time , they say
    Is a soothing balm
    That heals all hurts and bruises.
    Take a while, it may
    For the return of calm
    And acceptance of losses.

    But life doesn’t tarry
    At each cross-road
    We choose and carry on.

    We may each carry
    A burdensome load
    But rest comes, as does the dawn

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    • I was reflecting on my first breakup with a boyfriend. Happened long ago, the pain has long ago healed–but I will never forget what it felt like.

      Thank you for a lovely and touching response. xoxo

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  6. jgavinallan

     /  May 25, 2011

    Gayle;

    I loved this so much—I read it again…moving…

    hugs from Jaye

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    • Thank you, Jaye. That was sweet of you to visit and again and leave another comment–you have such a big heart.

      Lots of love,
      Gayle

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  7. The only relief is sleep, but it’s not peaceful, “The peace of sleep has now been erased.”
    So is it an attempt to sleep that you’re hoping to find that rest?

    I love new beginnings at happy endings. 🙂

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    • I was referring to waking up–I guess I wasn’t clear on that. I remember the only respite from the pain was when I was sleeping. As soon as I woke up, a wash of pain would come over me and tears would sometimes spring to my eyes. What a hellish time–so very, deeply painful.

      When I looked back–not too soon after I “recovered”–I saw it as a blessing that we had parted ways. Ahh, that was nice. 🙂

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  8. Such moving words here. So glad to hear the pain is not pertaining anything recent my friend, although sorry to hear you experienced it in the first place xx

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  9. Well done – fabulous description of a very painful time. I enjoyed it , Gayle.

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  10. that pain is horrible, thunderous.

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