I like poems. I like to write them and I like to read them. I wrote this one today:
A Sleeping Dream
Her life is made from
the dreams that she has
without them she would crumble
slowly succumb to the
modern day
poison of technology
I do not talk of her
the insomnia killing her sleep it
makes the dreams harder to come by
so hard that she has hold on to the dreams
with a tight grip
so they do not slip away
so she does not turn rubble
like the twin towers on 9/11
sometimes if you look into the windows
of sleep
you will hear her voice grabbing onto
dreams
to hold onto her life
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