The Sleep
By: S.A.W/B.
The humidity throughout brought my forehead to cry tears,
Head throbbing from sleeping in a uncomfortable position,
Narrowing the eyes from accidently looking into the bright lamp over my head.
Awaking ten minutes after ten O' clock ...
Everyone gone to church to praise the Lord whom I don't know,
Sleep saved me from that.
My decelerated traverse from my bed brought me to the kitchen -
To brew up some oatmeal
I had forgotten about after I had bathed.
Lazing about, scavenging the internet-
The door crooked ajar,
And the family dog gaited to it,
Barking.
Everyone arrived home from church
With that "glory, glory hallelujah" attitude.
Disgust grew all upon my face causing my grimace.
"What's your problem?"
Mother was angry.
I didn't go to church, so why wouldn't she be?
Shaking my head to substitute for saying "nothing",
I lay on the couch cross legged,
Reading.
Sleeping.
Dying.
Waking.
What's this?
I pondered.
Another empty, white room dream.
Pacing distances,
I felt like this was going nowhere.
I was going nowhere.
I died in my sleep.
I didn't wake up on my couch I rested up on to read my book,
Sure did see my brother trying to wake me up.
"M-m-m-m-m-mom...." bursting into tears over my dead body,
Mother came into the room - her eyes dazzled in distress.
Depressed.
My death.
What a dream.
By: S.A.W/B.
The humidity throughout brought my forehead to cry tears,
Head throbbing from sleeping in a uncomfortable position,
Narrowing the eyes from accidently looking into the bright lamp over my head.
Awaking ten minutes after ten O' clock ...
Everyone gone to church to praise the Lord whom I don't know,
Sleep saved me from that.
My decelerated traverse from my bed brought me to the kitchen -
To brew up some oatmeal
I had forgotten about after I had bathed.
Lazing about, scavenging the internet-
The door crooked ajar,
And the family dog gaited to it,
Barking.
Everyone arrived home from church
With that "glory, glory hallelujah" attitude.
Disgust grew all upon my face causing my grimace.
"What's your problem?"
Mother was angry.
I didn't go to church, so why wouldn't she be?
Shaking my head to substitute for saying "nothing",
I lay on the couch cross legged,
Reading.
Sleeping.
Dying.
Waking.
What's this?
I pondered.
Another empty, white room dream.
Pacing distances,
I felt like this was going nowhere.
I was going nowhere.
I died in my sleep.
I didn't wake up on my couch I rested up on to read my book,
Sure did see my brother trying to wake me up.
"M-m-m-m-m-mom...." bursting into tears over my dead body,
Mother came into the room - her eyes dazzled in distress.
Depressed.
My death.
What a dream.
