Half to sleep and perhaps I'll die, <br />but might I stay in those most dear <br />like beer downed? No, more self's worn sigh? <br />Half to sleep-and perhaps Ill die... <br />Yet in the night who'd hear my cry <br />in the Aloneness we all fear? <br />Half to sleep and perhaps I'll die, <br />but might I stay in those most dear? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the one in the mirror calls you fraud <br />and tough dispting one so cute. <br />for shocking as some lightning rod <br />thw one in the or calls you fraud <br />for your chrome<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triolet-still-awake/
