Death is not sleep; sleep takes me unawares,Cutting away the anchor chains that keep
My mind from drifting off, before it dares
To board me and then sail me to the deep.
In sleep, my consciousness fades long before
My body can succumb to slumber’s kiss.
In death, I’ll feel it all from skin to core
As my soul plummets from Life’s precipice.
That fall will be the final thing I feel,
And when I hit the bottom, it will break
My self from this frail shell it calls the real
With that one shuteye from which none can wake
And in which all that I have ever done
Will fall with me into oblivion.
Copyright 2013 by Matthew J Wells