Only sleep, only sleep
Can strike-through the
Bulletproof dreams that
I’m planning.
Sleep, it’s you in
Applause on the podium
Fingers-crossed for a
Hero’s fall.
When all seems right
And the path is lighted
You unleash the dark,
That which I have always feared.
See the notes by my lamp
Only legible to me
I etched in the hope
Of an endless night
Oh, sleep.
Ryan Willis
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Author:
R.J. Finnerty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2026 06:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Restlessness
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Comments1
This poem sounds so final in its last lines. There are more than one form of sleep all natural but some forced. Well written
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