Die

Die in the annals of the night.
That is when you fizzle down,

From sleep forgot, its waking
Lost to night in  dog’s whine.

It is when sleep dies intestate
And leaves its dreams behind.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in poems and tagged .

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s