close my eyes,
no sleep will come,
I count for sheep but I see none.
Wolves have past an left dry bone
and here I lay all alone.
I clime to the top to see the bottom,
yet im still there, lost and forgotten
the past holds me sleepless,
the future keeps me restless,
I am spoiled, not by riches,
but by month of stolen kisses.
of last wishes,
near misses,
eyes betray,
souls decay
night fades
and turns to day
too late my sleep was claimed
by succuba that left me drained
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Written May 9th, 2004
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hey! great poem once again! i love reading your poems,they are so good.i haven't been on for a while. i'll have to check for other new ones......~sherry~
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