Spotlight Traps Me, a poem by Drem

It’s 5AM. Another one of those nights I can’t sleep. I almost slept. I’m trying to sleep. I feel achy. It’s keeping me awake.

Things keep going wrong. Trying to stay hopeful. To no avail.

You know, I’m not a miserable person in my personal life.

I just take all my negative thoughts, all my bad memories, all the current day’s madness and sadness, and pour it out in ink. I don’t sit around perpetually crying all the damn time. But when I do cry, I cry the ink that forms the words on the pages in my journal. I then copy them here.

I have no idea what to think of the following poem. Like, no idea. I remember staring into a little book light I used to own and then writing this poem. I’m just like WTF is this right now.

Spotlight Traps Me, a poem by Drem

November 26,2013

“Spotlight

in the dark night

finds me

under

bricks and stones

and hurtful winds

I’m hiding from.

It finds me.

Spotlight,

I’m scared of dark.

Scared of night.

When I can’t see

anything

and walk into wall after wall

till I fall

into nothing…

There are no floors.

For some moments

in between

I don’t

even breathe.

I don’t

even exist,

little light.

Spotlight

watches my eyes,

not that anything

is deeply

in them.

There under bricks and stones

and hurtful words,

buried under

memories

held together

by fragmented thoughts

and fleeting dreams,

spotlight

finds me.

Holds me.

Confines me in its glowing ring,

trapping me

so my actions

are broadcasted

to the outer rings…

Not that any of us

are particularly

interesting to see,

anyway.


4 thoughts on “Spotlight Traps Me, a poem by Drem

  1. I really enjoyed this poem. It really moves me and makes me think of certain things in my past. I thought it was interesting how you made the spotlight semi-living but without form.

    “Spotlight,
    I’m scared of dark.
    Scared of night.
    When I can’t see
    anything
    and walk into wall after wall
    till I fall
    into nothing…
    There are no floors.
    For some moments
    in between
    I don’t
    even breathe.
    I don’t
    even exist,
    little light.”

    This is in and of itself, a poem. This is so so filled with emotion it comes out like a waterfall.

    Liked by 1 person

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