Master of Night
Sleep,
Become's heavy on one's eyelids-
a heavy weight
on a weak man's shoulder's.
Slipping us
seceretly,
into a ten- hour stupor.
Sleep-
a ninja in the night.
A master of darkness-
its greatest ally.
You are
its prey.
-Kerrie
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Meaningless Little Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a boom of poems that I have written recently. They are my babies. If they suck, please tell me so - politely! If ya love them, please tell me as well! A lot of these feelings that I wrote about are true...
