Sleep beckons me as the sirens of old drew in their prey; their voices beguiling each man to become their slave.
Freewill ceased to exist once the first cord was heard; what draws me to sleep as if I'm a sailor can be seen as absurd.
Is it the harmonious melody?
The promise of peace given readily?
Or perhaps the hope of something greater than the pains of this mortal life?
Desiring freedom from hopelessness, each sailor acquiesced to the sirens song of the afterlife.
Sleep offers much the same; an escape from all my pain. From life failing me again.
This world has only made my spirit lame; please let me close my eyes and give in to the call of eternal sleep.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Kozlowski
Learning who I truly am has been a lifetime journey, one that never ceases to amaze me. As I traipse through adulthood, I'm learning it's okay to be your genuine self (to never cease learning) and I write to connect with humanity. Cheers!
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