There is no place like home
but what if home is being invaded
taken over
over run?
Then what is your place?
Where can you go?
No where.
I often dream of sleep
eternal
uninhibited
all in all
something just for me.
It’s taken years to become
entangled in social endevours
drama
hear says and illusions.
How pleasing it would be to me
just to wash away
the abstinence,
the disobedience,
the allure of yesterday
of sin itself,
with the closing of eyelids
in an eternal sleep.
This would please me
knowing that no one can wake me
knowing that life is but a dreamland
left behind for the dreamers
while I live a real life
soaked away in the tears of tomorrow.
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