The Sleep of Kings (And Dead Men)

The Sleep of Kings (And Dead Men)

A Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madness
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So. Tired.

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I lay under a tree
In a graveyard by a pond
Near Lovecraft's tomb
On a stone sarcophagus
And recognized happy solitude.
I smelled the pine needles and peace
And breathed the smoky wind
And smiled a contended fool's grin.
In the shade I napped.
And there, I did dream.

© 2020 Dripping Chocolate Madness


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I can see how it would be peaceful.
A place of rest. I wonder what you dreamed about.


Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dripping Chocolate Madness

4 Years Ago

Sleeping. I dreamed about sleeping.
I know, not very romantic. But true nonetheless.
Papaya

4 Years Ago

: )
I feel like I should clarify:
This is very literal. Every sentence.
No interpretation necessary.
Sleeping in graveyards is super peaceful as long as you don't get caught.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on July 29, 2020
Last Updated on July 29, 2020
Tags: Sleep, insomnia, insanity, rest, nap, shade, dream

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Dripping Chocolate Madness
Dripping Chocolate Madness

Wandering, RI



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Not a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..

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