Sunday, September 30, 2018

Sleep



This is not rain,
It is a pain.

Slowly create a void,
A pain can not avoid.

That wants to escape,
Live without a shape.

To forget is in need,
To sleep is way in deed.

Far from everyone,
To stay alone.

Slumber through deep,
Never be awake in sleep.

Jr.

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