Sometimes we prefer to close our eyes...avoiding the frightening sight...
Sleepwalk Daylight is so bright Yet it feels tight Sleep for those who weep Gives uneasy skip For the light shows the shame Which one tries to keep in scheme To walk out on the street Under the spying moonlit Is a creeping desolate Yearning for one who commiserates Condescension is dense In an effort to hide the pain Walking dead On cruelty’s eternal bed Daylight haste At night it chase Turns have no end Corner’s concave stiffened Thou shall not halt Or close your eyes for fright It’s better to... Sign in to see full entry.