Sleep what's needed and dream no more
Only enough for your energy restored.
May we keep you anxious of what't to come
And evermore your mind goes numb.
Inspired no longer by souls exposed.
Desire to create has decomposed.
Emptied your mind of wind and rain,
Kept you bound by iron chains.
So smile pretty and prepare to see
This vile prison we've made for thee.
Here you'll stay confined forever
Or at least until your soul is severed.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Second to last old poem that I wanted to share.
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