Jolt of thought so vivid,
Shock me out of slumber,
Do I deserve no rest from tired life?
Do I deserve no joy at all?
It is you,
The twinkle tangle,
The truly tickled twangle,
That is worse than imaged fear.
I get no rest at all with you.
Your dreams may be your very own,
But they keep me from their kind,
Sure I may not deserve true sleep,
But think of all the things to do,
Surely their must be one worse than I,
Surely they deserve this scrutiny.
I myself ask for just a short repose,
Not more than twice my words in minutes.
If this you grant than surely sir,
You can have my dreams of day,
They mean naught to me without more peaceful visions of the night,
So please leave me out of sight!
I'll sleep these final hours through,
That is all I'll need,
So thank you very much tonight,
For anything else that you won't do.
A dearest farewell,
From me to you.
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Revelations of the Gods
PoetryPoems aimed at the ancient gods and goddesses of our world; the cruel masters of humankind and destiny. Simply used here to explain and express abstract ideas like unrequited love. From Eros the Keeper to Hera the Matriarch, all the Olympians plus o...
