Slumber, slumber, sleep eludes my soul <br />and physically i roll from womb to doom. <br /> <br />Crazy, crazy, not so lazy, but thoughts <br />of life are all of strife and <br />i am just so old. <br /> <br />Awake, a wake, the more i try to move <br />the harder it is to prove <br />that i'm alive. <br /> <br />Pain and sleep, pain and sleet, <br />or rain for me to watch and wonder, <br />who owes me for what i've done <br />and who pays when i'm out run? <br /> <br />Green, green, as a summer grass, <br />freshly cut and looking sharp as <br />razor blades or a looking glass <br />shattered into shards. <br /> <br />But where are the hopeful days, <br />where are those childhoods, why <br />do I feel so lost and...<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slumber/
