Night Is Death's Shortest Nap Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Night Is Death's Shortest Nap



I sleep in death and wake after it passes
Though during daylight, I try hard not to die

I tire waking up in panic at night in fear
of sleeping and eating in dirt

Sleep is like a rose, death a thorns, so when
I can’t sleep. I try not to lie on them

They say sleep is like a baby but if I
sleep like a baby; I just cat nap and cry

I love my share of daylight, but
loathe the slivers of death.


October 17,2015

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