Calm Before the Storm

So Calm, So Calm, this deepest of sleep
No promises, no wishes, nothing to keep
A relaxation so profound, nothing to despair
No anticipation, no regrets, nothing to care

It is a dream, the most wishful of thoughts
A feeling of great release, nothing fraught
Relaxation to the utmost extreme
With nothing pending, but sleep it would seem

But even in ecstasy, there is still a trace
Of how or when, one’s self will disgrace
Have I done something wrong, or maybe too right
Exposing myself and now filling with fright

A cloud soon anchors, lashed to my thinking
Into it I settle, calm thoughts ever sinking
Soon obscured without hope of seeing through
Has this paranoia ever happened to you?

The most pleasant of dreams, only of calm
Sitting in your hand, your now sweating palm
Where did the ecstasy go just as it was seen
Disappearing as though it had never been

Efforts to revive it are weak and elusive
The calmness, the thoughts no longer obtrusive
Plunging and sinking into despair’s tightened grasp
Closed and concealed, behind a paranoiac’s hasp

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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