Now, I Sleep Poem by Allen Anderson

Now, I Sleep

Rating: 5.0


Now I sleep.
This is the nightly game of death
played between life and me.
This is sweet
respite from the
waking world, or
some such life-like dream

Of the Unreal Ghosts
that flood
the Unreal city
and float through
hollow streets.
Burrying themselves
beneath the concrete
for fear
of drifting off.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allan James Saywell 27 July 2005

I LIKE THIS POEM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TOUCHED ON ONE OF MY FEARS GOING TO BED AND NOT BEING AROUND FOR BREAKFAST BUT I MUST TELL YOU THAT I SLEEP IN A DEEP SLEEP, SO IT CANT BOTHER ME THAT MUCH, IT MAKES YOU WANT TO LEAVE A NOTE SAYING SORRY I CANT MAKE BREAKFAST THIS MORNING REGARDS AJS

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RoJa Mitchell 27 July 2005

i liked it.........................

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