The Final Sleep Poem by Inger Jansen

The Final Sleep



This gallery of dead is running out of room
I didn't expect to see you here so soon.

We will carry you close
In those final steps
To your body's resting place.

And the door of my dreams
Will ever be open to you.

Thursday, December 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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