Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Aug 19, 2007.

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  1. Sleep

    Precious sleep…
    my best time of the day
    and night
    Being away from this life
    taking flight,
    as I’m unaware
    I don’t know how to die
    I’m doing it slowly
    with the drink
    the only time I’m at peace
    is when I’m sedated
    I hate being alive
    I think it’s merely ongoing pain
    I wish I could escape
    the remains
    of this trial;
    When I wake up from sleep,
    it makes me smile
    that I was relieved
    for a too short while…

    I love being nowhere

  2. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    Oh, can I often relate.

    This is magnificent. My sincere best wishes go to you...

  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I too can relate. Two cheers, FAL1.
  4. Thanks... I LOVE being asleep. It's a small ACCCESSIBLE death... No worries, no effort - just a precious interruption to the hopeless trials of this life...

  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I also love to sleep: I love the feeling of the dogs right by my sides and the dreams I have are really bizarre (a side effect of Zoloft) and interesting. like going to a neat movie every night!! I so understand your feelings about sleep and especially the lovely way you expressed them in your poem. You are so gifted with language.:smile:


    love, least xoxo
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