A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

07 November 2013

Our final resting place

Quite a curious thing

Our endless slumber

That all must endure

For we lie in earthly bosom

In a frozen silence


In the passing of a second we fall

Oblivious of all around

Each in our own time

No set pattern in this eve

Yet none shall stay awake


Wrapped in raven smoke

Warm and alluring

Some flee from this mistress

While others welcome her embrace

She will come knocking on every door

How she is received defines the master

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