Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Second Ever Poetry Special!


Sweet Submission


Sleep lures me with her calm breezes, her inviting touch.

“Come,” she whispers, “rest your weary head.”

A drop of sweet blackness trickles down my tongue.

“Leave me temptress, for I am only closing my eyes.”

She laughs.

“Foolish mortal, you kid me not.  Why resist your desire?”

“Because I must work! I must perform. I must satisfy…”

“Give me your burdens, child,” coos the goddess of relief,

“Retreat to your dreams, collapse into quiet oblivion.”

I cling to consciousness with my remaining strength,

Yet I know it’s in vain.

So I curse the blessing as my world fades away,

But not before I notice

Her sly smile of triumph.