Just Another Life in Poetry

Falling Asleep

Falling Asleep

Sometimes,

when I can't get around

to dozing,

sleeping, safe and sound

those little thoughts crawl back to me.

I lie in solitude

contemplating

at why my ceiling is painted green.

What were my house's previous owners thinking?

Of grass?

Being munched by precarious sheep?

Of twisting vines creeping ever so slowly

up a storybook house of the past?

Or was that my garage I'm thinking of?

(I start drifting away, in a dream-state at this point)

What is the meaning of life?

My imaginary friend doesn't know.

Suddenly:

a drastic turn of events.

I writhe around in my cozy twin bed,

recalling every awkward moment I've had

for the past six months.

No, I won't mention them.

Screw elaboration.

I need to be put out of my misery.

Mr. Veterinarian,

put me to sleep.

Thank you,

and goodnight.

This girl,

is going on a little trip,

freedom

from the insane asylum enslavement

I like to call my mind.

No more questions.

Just peace.

Join me.

Take a peace,

of mind.