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Now, I Sleep

Now I sleep.
This is the nightly game of death
played between life and me.
This is sweet
respite from the
waking world, or
some such life-like dream

Of the Unreal Ghosts
that flood
the Unreal city
and float through
hollow streets.
Burrying themselves
beneath the concrete
for fear
of drifting off.

by Allen Anderson

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Comments (2)

I LIKE THIS POEM BECAUSE YOU HAVE TOUCHED ON ONE OF MY FEARS GOING TO BED AND NOT BEING AROUND FOR BREAKFAST BUT I MUST TELL YOU THAT I SLEEP IN A DEEP SLEEP, SO IT CANT BOTHER ME THAT MUCH, IT MAKES YOU WANT TO LEAVE A NOTE SAYING SORRY I CANT MAKE BREAKFAST THIS MORNING REGARDS AJS
i liked it.........................