For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.

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73. Sleep

Sleep deprived

But unable to lose

Myself in the hazy mist

That I know as sleep.

 

Ideas form in my brain

Begging to be written

Before I can disappear

Into the city of dreams.

 

Scared to fall

Into a sleepy abyss,

For in the morning

I will have to return

 

Still feeling tired and

Looking like a rag,

Washed up on the shore

With yesterday’s tide.

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