The Call To Sleep, Saves
For sickness, for weariness
What, more world-fatiguing
Appals, too brightly aware
Through hot self-accusing stare
Will to live bores deep in
Seductive as a whisper
The call to sleep, saves.
Which great peace, issued from out
Which place, soft-winged, beds about
Child, stood guard o'er, craves.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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