The Skin of Sleep Poem by Myra Sklarew

The Skin of Sleep

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The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out.
A nub of bone
lodged in earth
at the bottom of a pit.
A stranger staring
down from the rim.
The skin of sleep is thin.
It cannot hold.
Lost names spill out.
Children engraved
in ash. A sea of blood.
Only you, tenderness,
stillborn, beneath
the skin of sleep.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep,staring
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 29 May 2016

An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Myra.

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Myra Sklarew

Myra Sklarew

Baltimore, Maryland
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