Lord of sleep weighing heavy on my mind
Constant thoughts disappear
as the cloud of slumber reappears
muddled thoughts roll in as a fog
my body as heavy as a log
My sweet escape from the bitter cold
embraces me with warmth and peace.
But the promise is a lie
as only death and grief takes its place.
Credit:
Lauran, May 2, 2010
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