A dark blanket,
Scattered with stars.
And deep, long dreams,
That come from mars.
Across the sky,
A slash of pink,
That slits the backdrop
And makes you think.
The more you try,
The harder to sleep,
When you rest, however,
There's no need to weep.
Because your eyes will grow sleepy,
And you'll won't feel so mad,
The sleep will come easy,
It isn't too bad.
But when you are lying awake,
You think of your day,
What has been great?
What's got in my way?
When you drift of to sleep,
And enter the night,
The darkness is scary,
But soon it'll be light.
And you'll wake in the morning,
Feeling refreshed,
Ready for the day ahead,
Happy after that cleansing rest.
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PoetryA mix of poems that I've written. Some are better than others but I hope you enjoy!
