Drown in darkness oh my dear Lie with me a while Let all of your fears but melt away And leave you peaceful as a child All the angst that light reveals Is gone within this shroud This shroud of sheets This shroud of skin None but hush can reach our isle The doubt of day that left you weeping Is gone away while sleeping Still and silent Sleeping
"None but hush can reach our isle" love it. I like that your poem flowed well. It reminded me of a grey area in between black and white. That sleep that seems happy yet somber, comforting yet electric. I have no idea if that makes any sense, but great job.
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