You Speak Of Sleep

I see through you when you speak,
Opening closed doors as you sleep;
Dreaming is again one of the activities
Throwing its use when in a period.
I then saw you love the way you worked,
Inside there was an island of hope.
I saw you wend your way to the blood,
Severing ties of love, seeming to be a muddle.
Speak up, and be active to your mind
As you love the sleep so deadly and calm.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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