I sat on the deck
Stars looking down at me
Judging me
Watching my every move
For fault they find the end of me
Not a fault not a slip, not even a word
spoken out of place.
To sleep I go, tears become my pillow
Hate my bed, fear my quilt
To sleep I go
Still the stars look to find a fault of mine
Not to let them in
Lay still
Eyes closed
Not a breath out of tune
Asleep I fall
Dreams a reality I choose
Wish to never wake
The life here perfect for me
Not to wake
Never to wake
Sleep
Sleep is my world
My world is now asleep.
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