Monday, March 09, 2015

Ode to Insomnia

No, awake I was,
I strained to hear
ye breath in the darkness,
awake I remain...

Into the sleep patterns
I knock n enter,
I mock n leave,
For sleep is death,
death of love,
I fear death...



Ava Suri said...

Very nice,
Sleep is death.

I feel like that sometimes, that sleep merely interferes with my 'me-time'.

Thought-Les said...

Sleep brings death to love too... here i look at that aspect of it. of course it is death to the conscious too... so is consciousness love? can't there be love in the subconscious. I am looking at all these things and pondering in my lines ava. Thank you for the comment :-)