Asleep

Asleep

A Poem by Kaspar Carr
"

such a strange place.

"
I fell asleep
In middle of the night
Or perhaps it was a day
Feigning of the darkness.

There was a beggar
At my tapped door
Begging for a silver spoon
Or perhaps for a pot of gold.

A limpid long life
Like flow of a river
Descending into the dust
Perhaps in harassed fever.

If I was asleep
Who was the other I?
Cajoling, decreeing
Perhaps a child with a dagger
Or a painted being in swagger.

Days come and go
But the sun without a race
Soulful of its luminosity
In a jocund dark space.

© 2013 Kaspar Carr


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Kaspar Carr
Strange but sane

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Added on May 10, 2013
Last Updated on May 10, 2013
Tags: dark, horror, creepy, odd, deep, sleep, deams, freaky

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Kaspar Carr
Kaspar Carr

Anywhere., NC



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Hello, My name is Kaspar I am 20, I live in America, I love poetry and quotes. Happily taken and in love since November 25th, 2010. Never tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footp.. more..

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