Sleep

by Beatriz Zamora   Mar 3, 2006


Isn't it easy to close your eyes,
still your heart,
turn to ice?

Isn't it easy to get a knife,
slit your wrists,
stop your life?

To stop your internal clock,
just because,
while you were down the path,
you came across a minor block.
A bump in the road,
that interferes with your goals,
Isn't it easy to give up?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Holly

    I thought it was easier at one point in my life...great poem