Sleep
By scribble_scribe
Sleep calls to me with haunting promises of fulfilled dreams and reached
goals.
Paradise!
Warmth and comfort, a haven in the cold bitter loneliness that is night.
Sleep calls to me with quiet exceptance,
peaceful presence and silent moments.
Heaven!
Relaxing and refreshing,
a retreat from the cruel moments of insanity that is life.
Sleep calls to me with tenticles stings of burning desire.
I long for it's calm.
I crave it's security.
I need it's respite.
Sleep calls to me with gentle reassurance.
Safe at last.
Safe in the arms of blissful sleep.
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Copyright 2005 scribble_scribe
Published on Thursday, January 20, 2005.
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Comments on "Sleep"
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On Monday, May 14, 2007, Eric
(77) wrote:
I love this..Written beautifully.. Great write!
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On Thursday, January 20, 2005, Forgotten Angel
(309) wrote:
sleeping is good..good job..nice poem -story
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On Thursday, January 20, 2005, The Crimson Queen
(917) wrote:
AHHHH!! i love sleep, but i'm turning insomniac.......liked the poem, nice write!