Thursday, 12 January 2017

Sleeping Man

what good is man asleep 
he struggles to create in dreams 
what he will never have
He falls through shadows 
Only to awake in shrieking nightmares 
Rekindles old love and foolish illusions
Lives as different people, a stranger to himself  
His desire unchained while traversing stars 
A snoring man struggles to renew ailing health 
One hand out-stretched to catch coins of gold
The other gripping happiness at the end 
of a piled high silver desert spoon 

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