Sleep

Sleep An escape from the terrors of today Is what all seek for during their time Which is found during the end of the day Reality is naught and imagination is sublime It can be a beautiful place full of happiness Leading you to wonders that have never been explored Peaceful and blissful in its own slowness Or quick and exciting and you’ll never be bored But it can also be a long, never-ending terror That swallows you up and takes you under It will blame you, shame you, and tell you you’ve made an error And take you on a ride, deeper and deeper And why should someone leave such a wonder At least that was thought by one who left in slumber Written on January 8, 2020