Sleep didn't come, if it did
I wouldn't succumb to its smoky tendrils
or walk, hand in hand with some unknown angel
to somewhere silent. Peace does not
become me.
A contest entry
- 30 Words by Dalaney.
600 points, ended July 6, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the last line is a kicker. really enjoyed this write. thank you so much for entering. love, lane
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wow, a seemingly dark
and seductive tone
to the prompt. wow,
this is wonderful.
good take on the prompt. -
Seems to me this is about surrendering to dreams and achieving peace that way. It's something you don't do well.
Like this write.
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challenging sleep to come...
a pretty nice write. best of wishes
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oh my!!! not sleeping... o dear, sometimes it happens, when things plague our minds...
well done!
all my best in the contest!!!
Sailor Ptolema 
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