Meaghan Lank

The Sleeping Addict - Poem by Meaghan Lank

The sleeping addict

What sounds do I hear?
Snores a far...
Snores a near...

Deep fast breaths wheezing
A choke, a cough or too
It sometimes sounds like they are just coming too

I know it's just sleep,
But what really is that?
A moment of solace to get Their wits back?

Now all is quiet, is peaceful at last
But I guess not for long, only a moment has passed

I don't want to move,
Or barely breathe
It might wake them up
Make me a thief

A robber of their slumber
Their zen
There closed eyes
They must stay under to sort out their lives

What are they dreaming?
Who do they hear?
Me being a thief, of their dreams or their fears

I would like to sleep
But I would rather hear
The sleeping addict
With nothing to fear

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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