Dreamless
When being awake
is hard and unbearable.
When in restless dreams
peace is fleeting.
What else is in there to live and hope for
if not only to be eager for your own demise?
The planks of wood may come and cover me
forwhy about this life I have nothing else to say.
Copyright © The First Born The First Forgotten | Year Posted 2014
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