Eternal Sleep Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Eternal Sleep



Burn in the smile -
We're dead again;

Strike a pose
For our millennium.

The lonely lie:

Tho' future dies
In our delusion,

Hope fluoresces,

Edges faith,

Caresses;

And as I fade,
Comfort blanks the pain:

You stoop;

Your shade addresses,
Telling all is well.

That haze -
Death's hum;

I feel a falling.

Will I dream
In this
Eternal sleep?

And who is calling?

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012

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