On edge of slumber we dance
Lured by it's irresistible urge
Attracted by such temptations
But we hover on its line
Never touching, walking the wire
Between sleep and wakefulness
Our minds slowly pulled apart
Unravelling like yarn
As we start to stray
Our paths so crooked
The wire Between snapping
Like our wills,
Once so strong, now so weak
Surrender our will
To unconsciousness
To a blackness so deep
None can hope to escape from
Drifting away from the shore
To the heart of the dark ocean
Gentle waves rocking
Lullabies soothing
Sleeping
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
