Sleep

A short poem about death

Sleep fills my eyes, like pollen from a dream flower.

Incense wafts filling the room with sweet smoke.

Tea warms my soul as my eyelids droop.

Drifitng off to Neverland, unsure if I'll return. 

Reviews

[GamingGal]

Even though the poem is about death, it has something like a....happy, calm air to it. Must have been an easy death, especially if it is being compared to falling asleep.

I love how you make the comparisons to a flower and incense and tea. Three of my favorite things. Really good write!

[Ramya]

Whoa...this is some deep writing. I somehow like the third line!
Short and good:)

[Heather Clayton]

Short but sweet, hopefully you'll return.