Sleep sings a sweet lullaby,
whispering tender words
cushioning the erratic thoughts within my head.
Sleep sings a sweet lullaby,
resting a gentle hand on my thundering heart.
Be still my love.
Sleep sings a soft tune,
that coils itself around my fingertips
Gracing them with a numbing pain.
Sleep sings a soft tune,
that stills my heart until the beat becomes a
thud of the past.
Sleep is gentle and welcomes me to
The life thereafter.
Sleep is sweet, soft and gentle -
Waking up is not an option.
This is a poem taken from my Creative Writing portfolio ' Time is of the essence '