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Sleep
Contributed by
afraid_of_fear
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Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 09:45:00 PM in AEST
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When the curtains close and the night turns black
When people go home, when they turn their back
When TVs turn on, and kids go to bed
You have no idea, what starts to go through my head
The day is ending, the night draws near
But all I do, is begin to fear
The day ahead, one more day of pain
One more day of distress, one more day of rain
This night goes on forever until
My mind turns off; my body is still
This sleep is what I desire
There is no fear, when there’s no fire
Burning inside, keeping you alive
This is what I crave, this is what I strive
For nothing can be worse than this life I am living
This emptiness, this fakeness, it’s all never-ending
I’ve tried all my options, there’s no other way out
Than to end it all myself, don’t scream or shout
This is what I want, this is how it will be
It won’t be long until I am free
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Re: Sleep
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by bobotheclown on
Thursday, 24th April 2003 @ 01:48:56 PM AEST
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Amen... good, honest, hard-hitting poem.
The day ahead, one more day of pain
One more day of distress, one more day of rain
Loved those two lines they speak volumes to me.
Bobo (Joel)
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Re: Sleep
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by karoody on
Thursday, 24th April 2003 @ 02:45:30 PM AEST
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an honest display of emotions...very sad but well written....
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Re: Sleep
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by full_blur on
Thursday, 24th April 2003 @ 05:49:09 PM AEST
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| actually what I really like about this poem is that the underlying theme, suicide: the endless sleep, coincides directly with the sleep at the end of the each dreary day. So the poem presents a neverending daily struggle: death or sleep? =) |
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