What is sleep?
Is it a blissful slumber
oblivious to the world
and its problems and shortcomings
a peaceful silence
until we wake again
Or is it induced
by chemicals
and mercy
until one no longer feels
their problems and shortcomings
until they wake
again?
What is sleep?
How do we know
one is sleeping
just by seeing them
breathe with their eyes closed
Can they hear us?
Can they see us
gathered around
in an uneasy silence
hoping they’ll wake
but knowing they won’t?
Are they laughing
while we cry
Are they in a state
so serene
that if they could
they’d beg us to
join them?
Where do they go
when they wake
do they wait for us
Or is all forgotten
as they see the world
in the eyes of another
I wish I knew
as fascinated as I am
with the endless
possibilities
my tears sting
as I follow the ritual
of a religious
god-fearing upbringing
yet now
of a god that I’m not
even sure exists
Why?
As holy as it seems
as pure as we’re
supposed to be
why are we
betrayed by
the loss of
the ones
we love
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