Inspiring Artists Series - Part 1
Ingrid Benavides
Ingrid has been writing poetry since she was child. She finds herself picking up her pen at every opportunity. Discover this amazing author as she shares her latest work.
Sleepwalker
The darkest horizon falls on this city
The midnight enters the morning hours
Eyes bloodshot in deep sleep are yours
While my skin subjugates me
Air that once I breathe
Now suffocates me
Feeling more and more sleepy
My bones slowly run in high pyrexia to weaker
Cold air straps me to my bed
I can feel my voice traveling
No one is listening
Unable to move my legs, torso and feet
Slowly and scarily try to open my eyes
Rapidly falling into an obscure deep hole
Whispers start to hear
Does the end start here?
Have I been here?
Yes, I have
Yes, I am back
Where there is no moon
Where there are no starts to bloom
Where this place is where the nights are born
Body starts to feel lighter
Seeing my reflection in millions of pieces of mirrors
Walking between the past and future to a no where
A nowhere that has no name
No name just a place
Place that now owns me
Sleepwalker I am
Sleep I am not
In dubiety I am
If I can still see it through my eyes
Walking through time
Watching others passing me by
Those I was never able to say a proper goodbye
Sleepwalker I made of myself
Sleepwalker with no memories
Memories erased slowly
Me rushing through time
Hear the old clock
Still I am stuck in time
Finding doors some open some not
Closed doors I knock
Knock one by one
None of them open
none except one
Sleepwalker I now am
Found white footprints on black sand
There must be some as I am
Hands shaken; feet feel heavy
There I see more walkers
More Sleepwalkers
I found you but you cannot see me
Found you I say, and you cannot hear me
As you lovely peacefully sleep into your dreams
Placing my lips carefully on yours
I inhale your breathing
While you are dreaming
Sleepwalking into your dreams
Sleepwalking into your heart
Sleepwalker I am
Now with no return
No turning back time
I am lost no more as now I see through your eyes
The truth you always kept inside
Sleepwalker unveiling the secrets
The dark secrets of your life
Sleepwalker my purpose is you
Now I am finally in your life.
-Ingrid Benavides
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