Who Needs Sleeping Pills.

Wallace

I sleep well.

My soul I will never sell.

My heart warm.

Inside it calm, there is no blowing violent storm.

I feel pain.

And from it I do mentally gain.

My empathy strong.

I know when things are emotionally wrong.

I have lived under a dark cloud of rain.

And travelled on that midnight train.

I have walked that long and lonesome line.

Time after time after time.

I sleep well.

In my dreams I hear heavens peaceful bell.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2017 00:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Louis Gibbs

    Would that all my dreams were that peaceful and calming. A fine reflective poem, Wallace!

    • Wallace

      Thanks for reading Louis.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write, I normally sleep well until that elusive muse calls me at three in the morning.

      • Wallace

        Thank you for reading.



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