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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest · #2023477
A struggle of emotions between awake and sleep state

Sleeping Beauty Wild Hunt




Confusion, sadness, loneliness, and rage

Are emotions felt strongly in the flesh?

No one comes to my aide.

Curious about where God fits,

In this mess, many call life,

I call it Hell.


I wander through existing in a shell,

Spending most of my time escaping in slumber.

The ones around me think I am ill,

Because I spend more time sleeping than awake.

The truth is, I sleep because that is where I feel alive.


I have found an escape in the slumber of the next life.

Many say I sleep, the sleep of Sleeping Beauty,

I call this living.

When I lay my head down to rest, I wake in another realm.

Buried under the ground in a warm bed, I find myself free.


I wake in amongst the smell of crisp leaves,

They serve as my bed.

Awakening from my slumber in the place,

Where I roam with the dead.

Crawling out of my warm, place of comfort,

The Wild Hunt begins.


You may have heard the stories of the fairies,

Taking the souls of children and leaving the carcasses behind.

There is no robbery of my soul here.

I return, again and again, on my own free will.

There is no need to hide here in this place,

Everyone knows who you truly are.


I call the Stag which I mount like an old friend.

He carries me through the forest to join the chase,

This is done over and over again.

I can feel the strength of my ride,

Cutting through the forest edge.

Over and over this plays out every time I visit,

I wonder what the meaning is over chasing something I can never see.


In the end I feel I am chasing myself.

I am weak in the flesh

Where I do not want to feel all the emotions,

That make me sad, lonely, and in a rageful state

The slumber is my escape,

I come and stay as often as I can.


In the end, if I could choose

I would never wake from this Wild Hunt

Chasing the invisible prey for eternity.




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