Eternal Sleep

February 20, 2011
By justin wood BRONZE, Noble, Oklahoma
justin wood BRONZE, Noble, Oklahoma
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This is a dream,
Or so it feels,
I hate this place,
for the cold and chills,
I'm all alone,
All by myself,
I need a friend,
But theres no one else,
Who can help me,
In this place,
I cant go on,
There is blood on my face,
And I'm laying there,
On the ground,
Screaming for help,
That cant be found,
When darkness comes,
As a sheet,
Over my eyes,
Into the eternal sleep.

The author's comments:
Some people say that their poetry is inspired by nature or love. This poem though came from a place that is almost as different as the sun and the moon. This poem came from a nightmare.

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