A bright and cheerful person like me,
You wonder what my worry might be,
Why I sometimes have to back away,
Not always breezy and carefree.
The darkest evening of the year,
Unlike others, is the day I least fear,
The one I wait for and vie for,
Though unbothered, I might appear.
You ask of me worried, why it is so,
So my worries I will now forgo,
And I shall tell you what plagues me,
The battle I am forced to fight solo.
Not just sleep’s prisoners in the nights,
It bleeds into the shine of the sun’s lights.
Always only a second away from a slumber,
My dreams are the place of my biggest frights.
So spare me if I beg for a few more hours,
Of the dark cloak of night’s powers,
A few more hours where it’s peace for me too,
The peace you find in meadows and flowers.
Note: Narcolepsy:
A condition characterized by recurrent episodes of daytime somnolence and lapses in consciousness (microsomnias) that may be associated with automatic behaviours and amnesia.
Credits: “The darkest evening of the year” is taken from the poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost. Another Note: The poem follows an ‘aaba’ rhyme scheme which is also followed in the poem
Loved the poem and the notes. I appreciated that you highlighted (boldened) the title phrase, but you needn’t have as you used the real estate of the title to give us that pint of emphasis. Think about using bold to bring out other elements — maybe a found poem to run in parallel to your exquisite verse.