Sleep

I.L.W.L

Sleep tempts me
So warm and comfortable

I am close to falling unconscious
But I won’t allow myself to be enveloped by it

Dreams are temporary perfection
Tranquility and meaning

Which once attached will be ripped from me like a plaster

Leaving nothing but the cold sting of reality

Because I must wake up to a nightmare

  • Author: Mayster Rine (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2018 01:51
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
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