sleep?...

bed calls

away I go

 

where it takes me

I don't know

 

to gentle bliss

or my abyss

 

time will tell

if i fell

 

into the night

without a fight

 

dreamless sleep

i pray to keep

 

a motionless heap

without the sheep

 

if i die before i wake

my prey stalks and all will take

 

leave me now until gentle morn

i rip my heart from my gentle loins

Author's Note

written before bed.. feeling torn and not wanting to deal with the weeks events to unfold.. spent more time pickin a picture than writting....

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

This poem has a beautiful flow.
Dreamless nights really can be a blessing when dreams are disposed to becoming nightmares.