The Arms of Sleep

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Sitting in abject solitude, I am all alone with my thoughts. For devastated by your words, I was abandoned, to their sting. I can hear the thud of my heart, racing to accommodate fear. And its throbbing pulse is so loud, I can't think of anything else. Anxiety sends each heartbeat pulsing and pounding in my ear. And burning my cheeks with their heat, tears flow to extinguish my pain. I begin to question my worth, cringing inside my wounded heart. And sorting through my memories, I slip into the arms of sleep. (Blank Verse) 9/26/2017

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Line Gauthier

Date: 5/26/2018 8:42:00 PM

Love that turn in your last line, Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/27/2018 7:41:00 AM

Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

John Hamilton

Date: 9/27/2017 11:37:00 AM

Wonderful write Emile, sadly I can relate, I find I'm falling into the arms of sleep since she's gone, been 3 months now and I still can't get over her! Thanks for this beauty of a write!

Emile Pinet
Date: 9/27/2017 2:03:00 PM

Thank you John, time is a slow yet methodical healer of grief, I wish you well my friend, Emile.

Charlie Smith

Date: 9/26/2017 2:21:00 PM

Sleep would be a blessing, good one Emile...

Emile Pinet
Date: 9/26/2017 3:48:00 PM

Thanks Charlie, I welcome your support my friend, Emile.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 9/26/2017 12:38:00 PM

Sleep, the only respite when the heart aches thus. Excellently penned my friend. bless xomo

Emile Pinet
Date: 9/26/2017 1:13:00 PM

Thanks so much Maureen, your comments always cheer me up my friend, Emile.