Somniloquies Poems | Examples

Waking Up To Death

I was a starving minion, 
questing after the deep highs 
of luscious laughter 
that slip off slumber's linen wings,
pleasantly removed 
from the pain of wanting
what can not be owned

and so I begged asylum of Nyx
and buried my face in her bosom
seeking a bed among the poppies,
so I could seduce Hypnos
at the edge of oblivion;
and be sleep inoculated 
against plagues of Pathos.

I sold my shadow 
for the opium phantasms flung 
from Gates of Ivory,
such beautiful deceptions, 
flawlessly manufactured 
to be reality resistant

but lately,
the Tribe of Dreams 
have brought blistered drops of winged darkness 
from Gates of Horn 
to kiss me goodnight

and populate my skin
with the cool slick of death
and disturbed somniloquies,
prophetic warnings from Thanatos...

if I loiter too long 
at the edge of Death 
I will have paid my life
for false dreams.