Sleeping Poem by warner keisham

Sleeping



Sleeping


A place where it dwells invisible to all
We never take it for granted overall
Sometime, it makes me feel I am the united soul
Without, neither Sex determination nor looking for any goal.


Everyday, there is an intension if didn't go to sleep, especially at end of Sunday.
As I know, I will have to suffer for whole day, like an usual boring Monday
Before sleeping, it's my time to satisfy my senses anyhow
But once I start to close my eyes I feel like I am nowhere somehow.


Well, the time, when I enter to that darkness
I am completely unconscious of my environment without sadness
I know it's very hard to enter it and to exit
The most unwanted, when my environment is trying to enter or resist.


I have never had a second thought about the dream of my past
Without a sign, these dreams disappeared from me very fast`
Deep-down inside I know, when all my stress and worries are released,
I can see all the pain and discomfort are going soon to cease.


Written by Warner Keisham on July 03 2008

Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: environment,july,senses,sex
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