Sadly, now, we succumb.
The silent temptations
of slumber
drag us towards dreams
drowned in cold memories.
Like sad, sadistic lambs
we attempt to cling
to limbs long severed
of human emotions.
We simply wait,
as dreaded reveries
nod, wink, then leer
razored teeth.
Tomorrow...
we may sleep inside
peaceful, wasted nightmares,
but today...
we deliver
our souls to sweet Morpheus.
30/1/09
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-a-little-dream-of/
