Last Sleep

Lots of layers to this one!

Poetry By Impulse

Child asleep on broken bed of dreams

Beside a curtained wall of ruined hope it seems

Such innocence that once ran through her weary head

In ageing pain has now but fled.

Her stolen hair forlorn and grey

Fills hopeful yearnings for a further day

But her body aches & though in love it finds

A soothing tension due to another’s mind

She’s yet but huddled up in child-like pose

With her naked body stripped of clothes

& yes, it seems so simple to burn one’s eyes

When her last golden breath arcs, a-rise

& so as the worn out girl takes her last

Her once loved soul does come to pass.

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I have been teaching English for 20 years. HOD. T and L. Runner.

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