Editor’s note: This is part four of a five part poetry series from Provincetown.
“The Silent Chronicles”
Part IV: Awake
Sleep evades my queries.
I’m drenched in a cold sweat.
Pulling the covers back I slide out of bed.
I quietly exit the room.
I pad to the kitchen.
Warm tea slithers down my throat.
My eyelids gain weight.
I place my mug in the counter, turn, and walk back to bed.
I hear the mug fall and break, I ignore it.
Sinking into bed, beside him, I feel safe, warm, protected.
I turn towards him.
He shifts, unknowing.
I crave to kiss his lips.
I settle for a peck on his shoulder to not wake him.
I let my eyes move across his body and back to his face.
Turning back I mumble a prayer for sleep.
But not sleep.
Sleep lacks empathy.
My eyelids remain heavy, but fail to fall.
My ears feel a vibration.
Was that sound or breath?
I am taken by sleep.
No mercy, no prisoners…finally.
Silence is deafening,
But it is silent.
My breath catches.
My eyes gasp open…
(Continues tomorrow, July 1st, with Part V: ‘Raven’)
Caleb Eigsti is an aspiring everything, everything that includes director, actor, playwright and poet that is. Eigsti graduated from the University of Nebraska at Omaha with his bachelors in Theatre, emphasis in Directing and Acting, and moved out to New York City.
He has made is New York acting debut this summer and is finishing writing his first play. He has also written content for The New Civil Rights Movement before and is glad to be back.
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