Sleep is a beast rarely found
when searched for with open eyes.
It crawls from beneath your bed
when least expected,
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Sleep is milky black before mutating into colors shapes people you once loved or feared. Sleep becomes endless acreage without scent or sense, an original poem. your thinking is original and presentation. thank u. tony
You awaken as a captive released from a cell you'll instantly forget or remember in your peripheral vision your waking lifetime long..... Sleep is personified. today when i sleep i may see Mr. Sleep hiding on my bed. thank you. so vivid are your images. t ony
Thank you, Tony! Keep well, fellow poet! - Jenny