Sleep
A precious thing
It creates numbness
A state of being
Where your drifting
In purgatory
Sleep
For your eyes
Will
Never
Open
Again.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
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Sleep
A precious thing
It creates numbness
A state of being
Where your drifting
In purgatory
Sleep
For your eyes
Will
Never
Open
Again.
