Sleep

Me, No! I hardly sleep
I'll rest when I'm dead
They'll come, Without a peep
Here they are in my head
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Theraven Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 2:17 AM
I know it too well... ghosts that haunt my rest. Quote: “You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!” - Charles Dickens
Moore Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 1:39 PM
No doubt about it! Thanks for relating
Dietrich Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 1:35 AM
i really relate to this one. While others sleep about 8 hours a day, I am lucky to get six. I just can't get more than that and am unable to nap. Great poem.
Moore Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 1:40 PM
Thanks appreciate you viewing it
Krutsinger Avatar
October 27, 2018 at 11:35 PM
This one made me smile. So fun!
Moore Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 1:41 PM
I know right. Thanks Caren
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