This is for VIM's June challenge and Vocal's I Didn't Speak That Out Loud Challenge.
The Waker explores the cost of emotional suppression, a celebrates those who step out of it to speak when silence is expected.
So let's speak, when we should. Like The Sleeper's hero.
🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
In the kingdom where sleep's veil holds reign
Where solemn winds through curtains spin,
I find the enchanted you, held by wires,
Your form alive, your mind expired.
🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
You the Sleeper, who calms the mind
Clear of anguish, free from time
I have browsed the ivy books
The ones they burned, the ones they took
Of moonlit graves, and marble stones
Where death dances, sorrow moans
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Your room painted, sterile blue
But violets call out to me too
So I speak, forbidden words
Those that haunt, that must be heard
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"Quivering, yes, the tomb does breathe,
Though it keeps pained memories beneath the leaves.
🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
Where beauty slept in her white dress,
Her grief was banned, but no less
My eyelids twitch once. The air is still.
They'll banish me--to dearth, they will
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But I say this, from depth of heart,
She just sleeps well, did not depart.
They closed her eyes to dull her ache
Cloaked her in silence, spoke not her name,
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Nothing can hold what longs to feel
No rest can make the wound less real.
So rise my sleeper, with your pain
The moonlight shines, your blood remains
🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
Though the future does grow cold,
Your soul denied, your sorrow, old.
🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛
Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (8)
Through the darkness and despair I could see the hope shining through. Great poem.
Beautiful poem…my favourite verse is: “ Nothing can hold what longs to feel No rest can make the wound less real. So rise my sleeper, with your pain The moonlight shines, your blood remains”💖 Cleverly written.✅
Well-wrought, Michelle!
Wonderfully done, Michelle <3 <3
Michelle....I love a good Poe twist. Excellent poem
Great take on the challenge with the spirit of Poe very present
This poem really makes you think about the cost of emotional suppression. It's powerful how it encourages speaking out even when it's difficult. I've seen firsthand how important it is to break the silence. Holding in feelings only leads to more pain. We should all find our voices like the poem suggests.
"Nothing can hold what longs to feel No rest can make the wound less real." I especially loved these lines! So well done!