2014-2015, Poem

The Opiate of Dreams

Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

The Opiate of Dreams
Colin Howe, '16

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling
Its purity corrupted by 
intensifying darkness
Inescapable as it spreads 
Dying embers scattered above the hills
Dispersing until only the dim stars remain

Every seam, every crack, draped with shadows
Black cobwebs spread by some unseen
effervescent spider, working with surgical precision.

You feel a subtle aura of finality 
At the periphery of your conscious
You fight it, think of anything else
Desperately searching for a comfortable thought 
To reach out, as a child swinging in a tree would
grabbing for the next trunk
Only to find your hands don't quite reach

And so, as always, it returns
You feel its cold tendrils of nothingness
Cling to your soul, and contort it
Wring it of the joyful ignorance of time
Until eventually you fall into the sweet, numbing
caress of dreams, the true opiate of the masses

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