NaPoWriMo: Day 9


Every night people walk into his arms.

For some it’s not as easy,

And for some its too easy.

He whisks them off to a land of dreams;

Where visions lace their minds.

When they wake, they may not remember,

But they were in his safe embrace.

But for me I remember,

Every image I have seen, as if it were real.

When I close my eyes, I take his hand

And am escorted through his land.

And beside the rest he lays me down.

It is there I slumber, day and night-

On a bed of poppy seeds.


Published by ashleight607

I'm a 23 year old studying writer with Cystic fibrosis. I have two cats and a dog and live in a small town in the Highlands.

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