The Sleeping Addict
The sleeping addict
What sounds do I hear?
Snores a far...
Snores a near...
Deep fast breaths wheezing
A choke, a cough or too
It sometimes sounds like they are just coming too
I know it's just sleep,
But what really is that?
A moment of solace to get Their wits back?
Now all is quiet, is peaceful at last
But I guess not for long, only a moment has passed
I don't want to move,
Or barely breathe
It might wake them up
Make me a thief
A robber of their slumber
Their zen
There closed eyes
They must stay under to sort out their lives
What are they dreaming?
Who do they hear?
Me being a thief, of their dreams or their fears
I would like to sleep
But I would rather hear
The sleeping addict
With nothing to fear
Copyright © Meaghan Lank | Year Posted 2010
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