Snow SleepA Poem by zaneybearI sit all alone. Outside my house, buried in a bank. Using this bank as a pillow, as a blanket, as a bed. In the middle of winter the snow falls, the sun as well. Waiting for the moon to bring about its dreaded gloom. As im outside, my tears start to drip warming my face as they slide down my cheek. They sink into my skin warming me from the inside. Warm as blood pumping through my veins. My tears are streaming at this point I dont know what to do, I have no clue. I could go tomorrow, would anyone care? I'm sitting there when the thought comes to mind. What if I didnt wake up? I just lay there, sleep forever. In the harsh cold, chilling wind, Just. Sleep. Thats all I want, to sleep, I am afraid I wont let myself awaken from this bank which is now sleeping sound with me. Would anyone worry? Come search for me if I didn't come home? Or come spring time find a half frozen me still sleeping a wonderful sleep a dreamless, nightmareless, thoughtless sleep. Asleep in this bank this comfy, long boxed white snow bank. Buried by snowfall for the rest of my life. Just. Sleep. © 2013 zaneybearReviews
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