Sadly, now, we succumb.
The silent temptations
of slumber
drag us towards dreams
drowned in cold memories.
Like sad, sadistic lambs
we attempt to cling
to limbs long severed
of human emotions.
We simply wait,
as dreaded reveries
nod, wink, then leer
razored teeth.
Tomorrow...
we may sleep inside
peaceful, wasted nightmares,
but today...
we deliver
our souls to sweet Morpheus.
30/1/09
Wonderful images I get from reading this Viola...thank you...your truly an artist...Fi...10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Extremely clever write - far better than my recent 'Sleep' and how strange we should both hit on an allusion to Morpheus. Great minds and all that! Seriously, Vi, this is superb.