Poem 7 (One Final Sleep) Poem by C Jay Caputo

I hand thee blanket back with great gratitude
Covered in blood stain
As if there had been a hurricane.
On my knees crying for a savior
I look to the skies as they open up, I scream,
Is this life?
Have I lived it to the fullest so soon?
May I keep hope?
Has it been lost forever like sand in the sea?
Unsurprisingly the skies give no response.
For now, she only comes to me in dreams
May I lay my head down for good, and sleep
So I may live through dreams
For my life is life no more
Nor do I wish it to be
For one final slumber
One where the dreams become reality
One where only happiness survives
For the dreams in which she comes make me envy the world of unconsciousness
For it is my choice to live through dream
May I be a dream chaser; chasing a dream I have yet dreamt?
Or a am I chasing something never to be caught?
One can only guess, hope for the best and attempt
One can only soon find out
Thus I repeat
My life is life no more
My life is life no more
Let it rest
Let it rest