Poem: Hiding In Sleep


The narrow escape at the end of the day,

The time we call sleep and survive on dreamscapes, 

I sometimes cannot wait to fall into this bliss.

But now I’m awake in the deep of the night,

And I cannot but feel the realiness of being wide eyed and sleepy,

But then I find beauty, when I finally find peace,

And wake to a day that I will complete 

With the veil of slumber tucked under my eyes.

And then I will see if the next night drifts by in the blink of a moment,

Maybe, this night will bring a surprise,

When terrors are lost in the sandman’s hand,

And sleeping is floating on clouds way up high.

And the moment I wake up and find that one day,

Sleep has left me replete and how thankful I’ll feel.

That I can go about my day with no worry,

And do all the things that I need to do,

And have all my wishes and prayers come to fruition.

I’ll be so happy, I’ll be so alive, until I go to sleep and find,

I’ve been living my days in my head while I dreamt,

And tomorrow’s activity is more of the same,

An absolute train wreck that no one can hear. 

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4 thoughts on “Poem: Hiding In Sleep”

  1. This says a lot to me, “I’ll be so happy, I’ll be so alive, until I go to sleep and find,
    I’ve been living my days in my head while I dreamt,” What if we did find out that all of our days awake were only a dream?

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