The Call To Sleep, Saves Poem by james watkin

The Call To Sleep, Saves



For sickness, for weariness
What, more world-fatiguing
Appals, too brightly aware
Through hot self-accusing stare
Will to live bores deep in

Seductive as a whisper
The call to sleep, saves.
Which great peace, issued from out
Which place, soft-winged, beds about
Child, stood guard o'er, craves.

Friday, November 25, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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