I shall make an attempt at rhyming. I love rhymes and admire Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss for making such amazing works that seem more like songs to sing than stories to read. I wrote this at night so obviously sleep was on my mind, I know it makes no sense at all, but here it is:
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I don't know what's so comforting about sleep.
Is it the blissful slumber or the darkened peace?
Is it the knowing feeling that soon your dreams will creep,
or is it the much awaited relaxed sigh you'll soon release?
I don't know what's so appealing about a dream.
Is it the terror-stricken nightmare or the pleasant thought?
Is it the too good to be true reality that those thoughts seem,
or is it the unexpected fear of whether you'll wake up or not?
I don't know what's so calming about rest.
Is it the relaxing feeling or the way to escape from it all?
Is it a break from life, a peaceful sensation to test,
or is it knowing that no matter how hard you try, it's still sleep in which you'll fall?
1 comment:
You did a very good job.
Yes, I admire Silverstein and Seuss, too. Their writing just flows right off the tongue – it feels so natural, it's almost as if our mouths were made to speak in poetry.
Keep it up!
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