by branksomegeelong, Victoria, Australia
Jul 2014 478 Views 4 comments
Sleep
It has been a good day
Now to retire to bed
Engage that mysterious state
Sleep that little taste of death
As night makes the city
A temporary morgue
For wandering souls
Some will not awake,alas
The rest refreshed restored
Resume life once more
There is comfort in routine
But it also numbs the mind
Without being curious
And to search for Truth
We are like the machines
Which have us in their thrall
Now to retire to bed
Engage that mysterious state
Sleep that little taste of death
As night makes the city
A temporary morgue
For wandering souls
Some will not awake,alas
The rest refreshed restored
Resume life once more
There is comfort in routine
But it also numbs the mind
Without being curious
And to search for Truth
We are like the machines
Which have us in their thrall
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2014
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Comments (4)
are those that never
SLEEP!
<pointing finger at herself>
nice
~SAS~
Nicely penned......
Mick.