The Constant Sleep.

Before my constant sleep
I believe I knew
My left from my right
What was right and what was left
I new the sight of the sun
And the sound of river
Then slowly and quietly
The darkness came
Like a dream in my constant sleep
And stole my wisdom away
So her now I sit
Blind to the sounds of the world
Deaf to the light of the sun
It seems now like I am done
And all is lost
Like I live for nothing but breath
I could talk but I can find my voice
All that is left is my mind.
So wake up now my people
For this affliction comes
Slowly and quietly
Like a dream in your constant sleep.

Monday, February 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: african poem,laziness
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