Death is a Dream
A Poetry Diary - 12/10/22
By Laurel Lynn HumblePublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Taken by Lar.
Oh Morpheus, God of Dreams:
Why hast Thou forsaken me?
Sandman lay Grit in mine eyes--
&& Yet, I hath not slept..
(Immortal death I've kept.)
///
I've perpetually dreamt amongst
The Living and yet, hath not
Touched Thine lips for
Mine own slumber in weeks!
///
Waking, thrashing, heartbeat skipping.
Why hath Thou forsaken me?
Please take my wake away--
And cure my PTSD.
///
I may no longer count my black sheep.
Hold me and lay me to rest,
Dear Morpheus: my Sandman,
And my Dreams are Yours to keep.
-Lar
11/26/22, 9:55pm
/I am a Lucid Dreamer who wakes to record Dreams with Poetry./
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Laurel Lynn Humble
I aspire to capture & express the
Beauty && Love surrounding me.
Writer. Thinker. Poet.
#chooselovealways
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