Sleep Of The Gods Poem by Alfred Ramos

Sleep of the Gods
Warm is the womb
Cold is the tomb
In a drowsy bliss
I search an angel’s kiss
Silence spied
And dreary eyed
Slumber has gone amiss
With a twist of fate
A smile none too late
An awakening arrives
Yet silence still survives
One blink yes, two blinks no
I was not ready to go
Sterile smell
Means all is well
Tubes up my nose
I can now wiggle my toes
I guess I beat the devil
Cause I’m still at ground level
The brain is still like mush
But every breath is a rush
And only time will tell
When I’ll harvest another brain cell
When I’m ready to say farewell
When I have to visit that high hotel
When I’m ready to go to Taco Bell