Dreamless Sleep
By bdgrey
I slept through the night without a dream, for there is nothing else left for me. I am quite poor, this is true, barely living in comforts dew. Also my life has been without success, and my mind had become a psychological mess. The clothes I wear are years from youth, torn and tattered, appearing uncouth. This is all nice for I care very little, for a life of luxury, that would my soul belittle. My passion in life is through written word, and maybe one day, I'll fly higher than the birds. But that's without hope because what comes will come, either I'm good enough to make it, or my words will forever remain dumb. So why do I sleep without a dream? The truth is simple... she is already lying here next to me. Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 03:45 PM PST 17 • 0 • 8
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"I slept through the night without a dream,..."