Sleep

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    Sleep

     May death come swift and sweet
    And take me in my sleep
    Upon a bed I rest
    The devil be my guest
    The peace I seek I shall not find
    The devil is inside my mind
    He opens doors to all I see
    And holds the pain in front of me

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    silentpoet75’s Poems (4)

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