Just a note.... I don't usually do poetry. However, I am taking a class right now on Creative Writing, and am therefore forced out of my norm. This was a 'stream of consciousness' exercise that I did ......(unedited).
Sleep, why
sleep?
If there was
one guarantee in life
I would choose
sleep
blissful
unending
replenishing
sleep.
Lay down, softness,
pillows in a
row,
arms
bewildered as they flail
and then
settle into position.
Kids crawling
in, lying down,
settling between
the dust and the air,
just there.
Sleep,
precious and tenacious
probable yet
elusive.
Sleep, I
behoove you
lay with me.
