Last Sleep

imagine a day as a child
running around, nosy and wild
instant after instant you clutched
flower after flower you touched

although vigour was plenty
you felt weary, worn-out and empty
little wonder, at fainting light
you welcomed and craved for the night

at a time
when you did not know
at a time
when you did not care
but now you do
and now you scare

imagine your last sleep
final, endless and deep
year after year you drudged
thought after thought you jugded

when life was plenty
when you feel weary, worn-out and empty
will you fear the descend
or will you welcome and crave for the end?

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jch.burmester