The Dyslexic Poet

A life of dreams.

Sometimes the best time's between slumber and sound,

in the 30 minutes gifted after first alarm sound.

just awake to appreciate the sleep that your in,

but peaceful Tranquility allowed to soak in.

The soft summer light feels warm on your face,

this must be the closest feeling to grace.

In awe of the silence that seeps through my doze,

and the dreams where I finally defeated my foes.

In essence this slumber's the life that I choose,

so not just, quite yet, while I'm hitting the snooze.

Comments3

  • lovedud

    I really liked this. Very well written and almost gave me a lethargic feel.

  • Ternic73

    Nicely done, I like this poem

  • The Dyslexic Poet

    Thanks x



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