Sleep,
Sleep never came easily to me
I'd lose before I could gain it.
Much like my mind,
confused and chaotic.
But when it does come to me,
it refuses to leave.
It pulls me into its embrace,
making sure I don't let go.
"But I have to," I say,
and wake up all alone.
It is a game of chess,
we mastered long ago.
Sleep,
Sleep comes to me,
silent on its haunches.
And leaves like a lover,
I'm afraid to cherish.
But I have always known,
when I've been too afraid to call,
Sleep comes to me,
like the words of a mother
whispering goodwill
making sure my demons don't linger.
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Empty Shades
Poetry(This is my first attempt at poetry) Empty shades is a collection of unfiltered and unedited poems written during a variety of emotional phases. I haven't got much to say about this collection as I don't consider myself to be a good poet nor a good...
