Give Me This Treachery

By cre

This is the treachery
The skulking of shadows
When I am too far lost in sleep
When the drowsiness of dreams
And half forgotten hopes
Coaxes away my hard-won caution
And I am as a child
Smiling at the visions
Of an imaginary sky
Such cloudy daytime reveries
Hold no place in the harrowing
Day - to - day
I called home.

But this
This is the treachery
This is the tale which leads me away
One moment
One malicious hand
Extended in pretense
And I wonder if the darkness deepens
Or the wind pauses to add my keening
To its wail
I would weep for this
As I willingly walk astray
Into this den of danger.

For I was raised on death-dreams
And nightmare lullabies
I don't understand the safety of this midnight harbor
And I must leave
This is not for me.

Give me this treachery
It is the only air
I need.

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Published on Monday, November 8, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Give Me This Treachery"

On Wednesday, October 2, 2019, flawofthepoet (52) wrote:

This is my kind of poem.
A former member wrote: I adore you....
A former member wrote: "For I was raised on death-dreams" this stole my breath...incredible!
A former member wrote: The ending is intense. Excellent reading. +tpu+
On Wednesday, February 8, 2006, xserratedsoulx (212) wrote:

good work with the alliteration. people tend to overdo it, or ignore it. you got just the right amount. ~lauren~
On Thursday, March 10, 2005, jaunty pill (47) wrote:

When I read this , I reflected on my own life. It is hard to imagine everything in its right place , But you have somehow managed to capture a part of my past..Thank you for writing. You have a talented gift.
On Tuesday, February 22, 2005, steuss (92) wrote:

"And I wonder if the darkness deepens Or the wind pauses to add my keening To its wail" The faltering confidance in this poem held me avidly. I'm enjoying both reading this and attmepting to understand all of its intricacies. Well Done!
On Wednesday, December 8, 2004, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

As a sinister poetic psychologist looking down on his patient. Intrigued, bewildered yet not confused, infatuated yet darkened by the words of the patient. As such I stand reading you again, uncalled for.
On Wednesday, December 8, 2004, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

Where the words of others lack piercing ability, in entering this excuse for a soul, these do not even need it. They where allready there. Tiger
A former member wrote: I like this one....this one is how I know I am your sister poet :) I feel much the same
A former member wrote: This spoke to me...in a thin, most delicate whisper...and I longed to reach out and touch the voice before me, but I knew it would only be broken...I, too, would weep for this, but I have no tears left.
A former member wrote: I could never thank you enough for this...so, now it will lie in my favorites.
A former member wrote: simply awesome. very vivid, with hard-edged visions springing forth from the way you've worded this. excellent.
A former member wrote: Such a stunningly original write.~Rose.
A former member wrote: "And I am as a child Smiling at the visions Of an imaginary sky Such cloudy daytime reveries Hold no place in the harrowing Day - to - day I called home." . . so, so beautiful. This has an unfaltering poignancy with the most alarming, unfaltering beauty.
On Monday, November 8, 2004, ShadowFlight (105) wrote:

I like the reluctant poingnance of this- the unwillingness to own what is yours... well done