Tunnel Of Sleep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tunnel Of Sleep



Tiredness surrounding me in a tunnel of sleep,
holding me closely in dreams of the future.
Running down into the edges of fire and brimstone,
just to see what was there and how hot it might be.
Being close enough not to be burned, I escaped and
came back to reality.

Monday, January 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,future,running,sleep
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