Words to my soul

Sleeping at last

This is poem by me, dedicated to all those I want to help but fail.

When I look upon your face,

I see a dark gloom running down those swollen eyes.

When I try to touch your hands,

I feel a cold, freezing but still skin.

When I reach out to hold you close,

I find you slipping away with the terror of life, which tomorrow holds.

I lay you down on the tranquil bed, and push you down the silent kip

The pain that you held inside,

finally had its freedom tonight.

The freedom it longed for,

the sorrow that you wanted gone.

I see you now in a place,

Where no monsters lurk no darkness comes no sorrow nor grief.

I see you lying quite,

with no more sting, finally sleeping in peace.

- V.James