Wies Blaize

Sleep - Poem by Wies Blaize

Sleep. I sleep. I doze. I doze off.

Painted against life as deed of activity.
It is sleeping a me-existence totally empty
And floats and quakes a yawning.

Lethargy is too much sound for what I am giving
Is nothing more than fear of movement. I sleep
My life moved.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 1, 2012

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