Now I lay me down to sleep
Lull my chest with cure to keep
And if I can’t vow form intact
Never blame an effort lacked
I wish no more you in my dreams
I long for meadows lively green
I look to Eve with trials won
No room for names of savage sons
Now I lay me down to sleep
Sedation crept in bruises deep
Prayer to void it seeps in gaps
Of neurons lost to baited traps
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Author:
Hem (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2025 02:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Haunting this poem set to the meter of a common child's prayer is highly recognizable and the conflict between the peaceful sentiment of that meter with the content of the poem is a clash provoking discord. Dissonance reigns a lovely write
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A very relatable if slightly haunting write, very enjoyed reading
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