Poetry Day “Entry Eleven”

Crazy clowns of balloons of frowns

noise of children, baby sounds

crying loud, my ears of crowds

tired I feel and alone I realize, yet holding sound

taking moment to moment I fall

trembling body, sleepy eyes

a hand of love, holds my head and lays me down

rest is found on a bed of silence

I have waited for sleep to find me

I have waited for dreams

I lay in silence, hoping I sleep

Sleepy eyes of a tired day, a stressful time

I lack my sleep

Now sleep away

Please gawd, No DREAMS!

Spit It Out!

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