Try Your Hand At Resurrection

Try Your Hand at Resurrection

Sleep is
Overrated
Underrated
A desired state
Inevitability
And self-destruction
A place to cower
A trap
That pulls you in
A place

With heavy eyelids
And a heavy heart
A thing to call you
Cotton sheets
With a chilling whisper
And blankets
That drape
Like smooth velvet
With pillows
That cannot replace
The lost warmth of another person
Perhaps
Some day
Some thing
will come along
That is more engaging
Then this place I sleep
Perhaps day will become
More inviting than the night
Perhaps I will rejoin
More productive than I have been
Perhaps I will continue
As I have before
Never becoming
Never leaving
Never waking
Or rising from the bed I’ll call my grave

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