'of sleep and death
Similar yet different
Eyes shut
Mind wandering
Eyes shut
Mind cut short
Soul wandering
To a destination yet unknown
Both alike
Yet different

'of sleep and death
Drawn and defined by breath
Lungs pumping air
Heart in a state of rest yet functional
At the point of death
It all counts for nothing
Blessed is he who wakes from sleep
And to those who know the point it ends
Life is of sleep and death
With each sleep ,death draws nearer
Without the sleep, death still isn't far off
Sleep well
For life is of sleep and death

Incoherent words from my head on a rainy Sunday afternoon

Am a big fan bro.i go through you works most times.i can't just help but wonder,how you come up with your poems.this is my favourite i swear

Kiddogarcia:
Am a big fan bro.i go through you works most times.i can't just help but wonder,how you come up with your poems.this is my favourite i swear

Waoh! I am humbled. I just flow with the inspirations that I get. I try to be myself and just carve my own niche.

Your comment means a lot to me. Poetry has saved me from myself a lot of times.