Oh dear sleep
You make me weep
In all those lonely hours
Which do not leap
You make me think about her
Whenever I hide in my blanket fur
Then I start to think about my life
Oh God I wish I could stab myself with a knife
I'm paralyzed by this crippling pain
Which has made my journey so lame
I wish I could go back in time
And make everything right and fine
I know life doesn't work that way
Everything has a cost and I must pay
So I try to embrace you, oh sleep
but every time I go to bed I weep.
I'm paralyzed by this crippling pain Which has made my journey so lame.... i weep on my bed.......... full of feelings of pain. dear poet. thank u. nice poem. tony
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A refined poetic imagination, Syed Khizer. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.