Sleep Is

Sleep is a cat

that can't decide whether to come in

or to stay out.

 

Sleep is a spider

always hiding

in a forgotten corner

waiting to sneak out

and surprise you.

 

Sleep is a bird

flying high above

out of reach

sometimes touching down

but only for

a fleeting moment

then it's gone again. 

 

Sleep is the forgotten fry

at the bottom of the bag

desperately searched for.

 

Sleep is wisps of fog

chased away by the sun.

 

Sleep is the distant horizon. 

 

Sleep is gone.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

CH

I like this poem :D

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