A Peaceful Slumber Poem by Mellisa Aday

A Peaceful Slumber



Lying in the dark
with pleated white satan,
dressed to the nines
and infanately quite.

Time enough to breath,
yet not a second left for oxygen.
Slumber, a meal offered,
and a hunger that never ceases.

Friends gathered round,
and not a welcome word uttered.
The begining of a time,
and a cold that makes you shutter.

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