That Sleep....

sleep too is an illusion
and there are so many of them
the sleep that is cruel
when we needed it
it leaves us
staring to the ceiling

the sleep that rocks us like
babies to loving mothers
who does not want to have them
and remember them
once again?

that sleep that takes us
and never returns us
that rest that we soon shall have
but we keep on postponing

the inevitable
that closes our eyes and never opens
them ever again....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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