He Sleeps
Tired blue eyes hidden
Under bruised lids.
An exhausted smile
Flits across pale lips.
Hopefully the rest that
Was eluding him is
Now within reach.
He sleeps.
He seems at peace finally.
His mind is always working
Even when he is asleep.
The stillness is an illusion.
That is why he never
Feels like he has rested.
His mind is going 150 miles per hour
Especially when his body isn’t.
Childhood returns as he sleeps
The worries, cares, concerns, and hurts
Of being a grownup fade away
Leaving behind innocence and contentment.
He, like everyone else, is at
His most vulnerable when asleep.
All masks come off
Showing the true person.
That is why I watch
Over him in this state.
Because finally,
He sleeps.
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