The Petite Death Poem by Pranesh Varan

The Petite Death



i go now to face the neverending bliss
and decay of sleep-the little death
blending into the sunset,
i stare at the darkness that awaits me
i dream on till i wake up shunned
it's funny and kinda sad,
cuz, the dreams in which i die
are the best i've ever had!

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