Today is World Sleep Day, which stresses the importance of rest.
Sometimes, he eludes us, and we call on him.
Because -
Sometimes, he passes, unnoticed.
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Sleep moves, quiet where breath does not rest
Preferring those who lie still.
It shifts through nothingness
Passing through my hair.
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At first it comes, a gift to bless
At first, Time stretches, they live precise
Until their shapes seem slow
And faint lines on soft skin,.
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It seemed Sleep had come to bless
In Time, softened, blurred
As it passed, its darkness cleared
Its edges, etched, now seen.
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Sleepless Souls bear the sight
Eyes still see, move through air
Yearn for Sleep in nothingness
Then Morning comes. They stare.
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It should have passed, through their hair.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew-Kwek Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March prompt
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (2)
Is that why I get no sleep? No hair for it to pass through? Just kidding, I know it’s because of my kids - he must be scared of them Great poem!
Well written! A good night’s sleep is a great blessing.