With a mind drugged with insomnia
I greeted the rabid chilly day
With listless eyes i looked at her
Hoping for a dreamless sleep
She spat at me with her chilly dew
And punched me hard with her icy winds
She did this all with poise and tact
As if to test my thirst for sleep
I crawled back to my steaming shell
Shielding my eyes from her practical stare
She was ruthless and seeped into my shell
And clawed my mind till it bled
I stopped my fight and lay prostrate
And plugged my ears to ward off her laugh
I cried aloud for my lovely slumber
The dreamless sleep who loved me once...
2 comments:
nice thought :-) ....gives more emphasis in the need for a dreamless sleep......
hmmm...the dreamless sleep :) ...long time..no further posts
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