Sleep takes us, takes hold.

Shadowy hands pull into dark folds.

Fall asleep.

Fall into abyss, fall off the teetering edge.

Drop off.

Dropout, dripping with featherweight lead.

Slip into slumber.

Trip onto trance.

Tripped up by the tendrils that reach but can’t grasp

Brushes of brain bristles push up, brush past

Claimed by unconsciousness.

Conscious less.

Conscience mess, dimmed.

Seized by dreams.

Siege unhinged, unlocked, let in

Swarms of silence, drifting off.

Drifts by in drowsy doses

Closed clasps, sealed box.

Gone away.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s