Over a year ago, I wrote this sonnet. It was inspired by the sleep paralysis that happened nightly. I saw things that caused me terror, but on certain nights, I had some control over what I saw. Hence the sonnet. My first, if I remember correctly, about the pains of unreciprocated love.
Written first in logishlifestyle.wordpress.com, here it is:
In darkened skies -the moon, the stars- they glow,
My heart, my soul, my bed belongs to you.
Eyelids shut and thence, thy sensual dew.
Beguiling scent; tight cords that bind my bones.
Stifled by sweet lips, the groans and moans…
An angel’s face, no doubt, the devil’s deal!
Charming eyes of fiery passion brew,
My wish, as such, for spinning Earth to slow.
At daylight’s prod, I see you nowhere here,
Beknown to me, enslaved by night-time’s bid.
Dire desperate lust, my futile tears.
To thrive, in other’s dreams, you need to feed.
Henceforth, pray I, the bleedin’ sun to die
Till then, my nightly visions, live to lie.
– Logen Lanka
You must really think I’m pathetic now. The first stanza talks about the paralysis process; I likened it to being bound.
Anyway, I’ve talked about wanting to take up drawing again. Maybe I’d do a concept drawing for this sonnet.
Upcoming: I’ll be talking about religion. Then, I’ll do a post on Section 377A.