Sleep

 Oh, how precious

When I close my eyes

The sorrows of the world sink

And I enter a world of creation that is purely mine.

Whether triggered by the pills or drink

You break me from the shackles

Allowing me to wonder the sky.

Sleep is the freedom from the cruelty that is my mind

Little box is shut from the pain and wasteful hours

Eyes once shut, the soul breaks free

Quiet, peaceful, safe.

Sometimes the bad things enter

But I open my eyes and see that I am safe

My body aching

My heart yearning

To break from the prison that is life

Sleep, how I long for you always.

Amy Belle

 

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