Sleep Death
. for public domain
I have heard Death waits for me,
though I'll not wait on Death,
no platter of flesh Death will I serve,
not a phrase, not a word, not a breath.
For me only Sleep shall come,
and fill my rest with dreams,
or bestow darkened hours silently,
keep me from Death's treacherous schemes.
I shall not know my own end,
though end I know must come,
my self unravels when I'm asleep
and Death arriving shall find no one.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2021
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