sleep come


sleep come

sleep, where is thy maiden hand?
why do you run from me?
my day has been long and grand
and now i desire thee, sleep

My pain has been great
My heart has been broken
sleep, come to me
give me peace, your token

as i lay awake in bed
i cry out for you
the thought of sleep inside my head
its all i can do

To not take a knife to my broken heart
To take a razor to my weary wrists
To put a bullet through my conflicted head
come sleep, lay in my bed

i pray the Lord my soul to keep
kill me quickly, in my sleep

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

crazydude’s Poems (14)

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The Demon I Adore 0
You 1
i am the night 4
Choose Me! 1
choices 1
Onward 0
We Thank You 1
sleep come 0
take wing, my heart 2
Broken 0
What have we here? 1
Seek, My Love 0
Desire 1
the story of the lost child 4