Death Sleep
Sleep with all the pain I’ve had in my life this poem is a realization of how I feel most days…
Sleep brings no joy to me,
Remembrance never dies,
My soul is given to mystery,
And lives in sighs.
Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My waking eyes may never see
Surround my bed.
Sleep brings no hope to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful Imag'ry
Deepen the gloom
Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I sail on a wilder sea,
A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me,
To soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
And how I despair.
Sleep brings not wish to fret,
My harassed heart beneath;
My only wish is to forget,
In the endless sleep of death.
Remembrance never dies,
My soul is given to mystery,
And lives in sighs.
Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My waking eyes may never see
Surround my bed.
Sleep brings no hope to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful Imag'ry
Deepen the gloom
Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I sail on a wilder sea,
A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me,
To soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
And how I despair.
Sleep brings not wish to fret,
My harassed heart beneath;
My only wish is to forget,
In the endless sleep of death.
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