POEM STARTER
Submitted by Oddity
The Beauty of Being Asleep
Write a poem which could have this as its title.
nap time at noon
i remember nap time long ago,
a daily rest i’d always **forgo**.
i’d kick, i’d hide, i’d try to stray,
but sleep would always steal my day.
i _hated_ the dreams, so strange, unkind,
the way they’d slip and leave my mind.
but worse than that, what made me
weep, was when i fell into a dreamless sleep.
the endless void, so vast, so deep,
it swallowed me whole whilst i slept.
no dreams, no thoughts, no sounds,
just empty space all wrapped around.
but now i’m more older, more _tired_ too,
and rest is something dear to me.
i **long** for dreams, both odd and wild,
and yes, that void, once feared so much,
now seems like something nice to rest in.
so i lay my head with care,
finding my peace within the void.
for sleep is not the foe i once knew,
but something kind, a **confidant** most true.