Rest Poem by r james sterzinger

I am bound to sleep now
bound for rest
fastened to the dark
where unless for nightmare
I am not afraid

bound to sleep where I may
feel what I wish
so what I don't wish
kiss who ever I might
I shall feel no anguish

bound to sleep
bound to go mad in a dream
bound to touch death
skirt the edge
lay out my hand to the reaper

bound to sleep
bound to die
bound to the earth
my grave
my simple home
where I will rest or wail
bound to become the earth
leaching into some other existence