SLEEPING BAG


I'm in this bag of sleep,
a sleep way too deep.
I can't find my way back up.
I had to finish my last cup.

Now I'm trapped inside my mind.
Have to fight this thinking kind.
Gloomy fog and restless seas.
Do I have to die to find my peace?

Can't move my arms inside this bag.
I tried to shout, to wave my flag.
Tequila worm, sadly drowned.
Search among the lost and found.

Someone tied me up,
and I can't find my way back up.
I'm in this bag of sleep,
a sleep way too deep.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 12:27

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Zoya Zaidi
Hi Dan,
A very good mataphor of Sleeping bag, used here very effectively, dear Dan.
As always vey meaningful poem, with many layers of meaning to it, as usual...
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-23