Abandonment by Amélie Rives
I’ve had a terrible time sleeping this week. I haven’t gone outside to cry, though… yet.
Abandonment
By Amélie Rives
Sometimes when walls seem enemies, and sleep
Given to others like a cruel jest
Sent for my mocking, I, being mad for rest,
Creep out all lonely past the huddled sheep,—
Stirring with drowsy tang of bells that keep
Soft iterance through the whispery night, where nest
And nestling sway, by winnowing wind caressed,—
There fling myself along the grass to weep,
Sobs gathering, hands gripped hard into the earth,—
The blesséd earth that takes us back at last!—
And think, “Ah, could this knowledge now befall
Some woman who for long hath thought me worth
Only her hatred, she would hold me fast
And strive to comfort me, forgetting all.”
This poem, in very simple words, expresses that distress felt when we cannot sleep. How nice it would be to have a place like Castle Hill to wander and give us comfort on those terrible sleepless nights.