Sleep

This was more of a gut feeling poem. I also wrote this one when I was 14.

 

Body becomes numb

As if it were frozen

My soul becomes detached

From my mind and body

And the only thing I can command

Are my eyes

My eyes being to drift like a door that begins to shut and the light goes out

Now there is only a box fill with darkness

Creatures appear that are not of this world

The frolic around in violets, daisies, buttercups, and roses

The flowers are many different colors

Like different colored paint brushes spatter on the wall

One holds out its angelic hand and I hold out mine

The creatures disappear

And only the black box remains…