To sleep perchance to wake

I live in the heartbeat of memory's dark, warm womb

with the fear of birth into a cold, waking tomb

here a nightmare's melody becomes a lullaby

burning truth to the bone with the dust of penitent lye

I stumble along with a tired desire for death's demise

knowing one more step forward will make no difference in our journey to the skies

In circles we go, ending where we began

in a world of races it only counts if you ran

If the only purpose in the game is to win, I choose not to play

Ah to sleep and herein, let all this pass away

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Much to ponder here Soren. The circle of life. Winners and losers. There is a weariness of mood here. A heavy poem to read, but beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing and have a peaceful Tuesday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks Chris I deeply appreciate the review and comment.