*I bow my head with sleepy eye’s,
slowly downward goes my head.
Mind drifting,
shifting from reality into
a drowsy darkness.
A flooding moment of silence,
my mind is still about me,
yet I feel a difference in my reality,
it wakes me everytime.
I can never dream until the end,
for my mind is too aware
for it to keep me underneath
the dream state you all are allowed
to share, but without me.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
*I bow my head with sleepy eye’s,
slowly downward goes my head.
Mind drifting,
shifting from reality into
a drowsy darkness.
A flooding moment of silence,
my mind is still about me,
yet I feel a difference in my reality,
it wakes me everytime.
I can never dream until the end,
for my mind is too aware
for it to keep me underneath
the dream state you all are allowed
to share, but without me.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
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