Now I lay me down to sleep,

just a short poem for Halloween.

Haunted, with too much medicine for my belly.

Dark as when the ghosts were my siblings.

Afraid no one will remember to read my suicide note.

Or, worst... that when I get there, I will want to go home.

That all of this is a punishment for my creation.

So that I may follow or find where the spirits rest or creep.

Tender as when we used to pray "now I lay me down to sleep."

Reviews

[RayLynn]

Deep meaning here, I love the style of writing

[drew garner]

thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You touched on my many places in the words. Lasting sleep, where we don't awake. Maybe a better place? Nice use of words. I wanted to know more. Thank you drew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[drew garner]

thank you coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Drew.

[Davidgeo]

'too' not 'to'

Not bad. Reads a little too much like prose though. Short poems don't really work that well as freestyle. They usually end up reading like a preview to a longer story.

[drew garner]

thank you, and I fixed it. and yeah this is going to start off a novella, I have been trying to write longer pieces just havn't shared them yet.