YOU ARE READING The Writing On My Converse. Poetry Sleep Now Child. 39 4 0 by StitchesOnMyArm by StitchesOnMyArm Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Sleep now child for night is old and time is running out. Scream now child for love is late and fear is running in. Cry now child for pain is new and screams are running thin. Sleep now child. Sleep now.