Poem 85 – Sleep

Come Sleep, you phantom voice
Lay heavy hands on my eyes
And cast me into oblivion
Where sweet dreams of peace do lie.
Let me sink in softness to
A world where naught I sense is true
And afterwards let me rise and then
I must face such a strange world again.


Dear readers,
I have not been sleeping enough. This explains the poem. The last line is a little bit of a ‘hmm, what do you lot think of this?’ point – I’d like to explore it more, maybe later this week.
Kind regards,
The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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