Poetry: Children Of Those Who Sleep By Kiara Davis

Children of Those Who Sleep

 

Howling breezes keep me awake at night

Mother’s room is only a few steps away

I want to go inside, see her be with her

Snuggle up to her and wish away the scary

Night noises, but I can’t

 

Mother falls asleep in random spots, 

Hard to find but always somewhere close

It’s hard sometimes knowing she’s out there

Sleeping away the day and the night

And the morning and the evening 

 

The howls get louder, throbbing 

Sensations of displeasure and abandonment 

Please God, make it stop    please, it’s too much

Mother, please, mother           wake up, 

I’m scared.

 

She looks lifeless, a mere sack of flesh

I watch her sometimes, each breath 

And hick in her throat, but she never

Wakes and I am left alone to deal with 

The howling.

 

 

 

 

 

Kiara Davis is a black lesbian from southern Louisiana. She enjoys tackling social, political, and personal issues in her writing while transporting readers into other's shoes. Instagram: @rockkydotcom