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