A Morbid Child's Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul's friends don't weep,
For should I die before I wake
Happiness will Sorrow brake.
My mind doth wander through the night
To relive each painful plight.
Peace be with me through the dark,
Don't think to leave me with the Lark.
And as my prayer comes to an end,
I turn now to follow that dull bend.
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Poetrysmall collection of poems that I have gathered and sat down and thought into existence. Like Shakespeare once wrote, "The Poets eye in a fine frenzy rolling doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven. And as imagination bodies forth the...
