Sleep Gone

Mel Thoughts, Poetry 1 Minute

I sleep in segments

Between disappointing pasts

And loathsome memories

Beneath the shadow of dreams

Lingering in corridors of regret

An empty refuge

A vacant solitude

The sludge of worry

Soldering life’s tapestry

A gnawing anxiety

Biting the neck of REM

I sleep in fragments

Broken thoughts

Puzzling butterflies

Origami visions

Conjuring up storms

Of decaying lullabies

A parade of melancholy

In a quarry of pain

I. Do. Not. Sleep.

Except to wake and…

Find

You

Gone

© Mel Gutiér 2025

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Published by Mel Gutiér

Writer of sorts. Half human, half Morpho butterfly. Dream a little dream with me.

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2 thoughts on “Sleep Gone”

  2. Wow, this is really good! The way you describe sleep, broken, haunted, heavy with memory is super relatable. I’ve had nights like that, where rest doesn’t come easy and my mind just won’t shut off. The line “biting the neck of REM” was a powerful line!

    Beautifully written! ❤️

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