Sleep, where my problems dissolve,
Where time stops.
I wake up and my day starts to revolve,
Seeking to return to sleep.
Awaiting its priceless kiss,
Dragging me back into its arms.
Go through an experience of bliss,
Wake up to a harsh reality.
The debate between sleep and work,
Taxing effects keep me away.
Its shrouded face lurking,
Time to revisit the kingdom
By Clay Patterson, Contributor
Patterson writes, “I’ve always had a knack for writing and the short and quick format of poems have allowed me to write without worrying too much about finishing a project. I’ve written short stories, but I feel more confident in my poems as they material was written with more belief and emotion behind it than the stories.”