Petits XIV

a relief-ful sleep

a deep pressed sleep

a well steeped sleep

a much welcomed sleep

a tumble less slumber

an uninterrupted doze

now i bring my eyes to close

and sleep with peace on my mind

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an often seen post

“be happy for yourself”

“make yourself happy first”

“your happiness depends on you”

“you make your happiness”

“you are the creator of your joy”

a superficial toast to what one wants to be

but without you….i cannot seem to find myself

let alone find the joy sunken low within me

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another deadline written in the air

another supposed timely due date

another task for my fickle patience

arduous it is to wait and not waste away a little more each time

there lies tragedy

there lies tragedy
just beyond the hills
of stones that dot the
fields of the listless dead

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whatever rest
that was promised
lays unslept

*
treacherous livingness
slithers hither and thither
and nibbles at the ashes
drying upon the waves
hurrying to capture
the soul that remains
trapped in the clutches
of its cursers

*
mercy be upon
all those who slumber
in the slighted hope
of idleness

To sleep…

i will write no more…

for sleep beckons with warmth
and promises of
peaceful slumber

and though the couplets
waltz hand in hand

and imagery sings wittily
with coy metaphors

and though the muses
swirl alluringly by

and the rubious rhymes
taste sweet and tartly

i will write no more…

heavy clouds sit upon my eyelashes
and drowsiness tugs me gently away
with soft zephyr whispers

and though my pen persists
the dream sands engulf me
from a far off oasis

and so i will write no more
no more
no

for now