A Poem by Heather Bereskin

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. 

© 2012 Heather Bereskin

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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!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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

Posted 9 Years Ago

Short but sweet, hopefully you'll return.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on May 23, 2012
Last Updated on May 23, 2012
Tags: poem, poetry, death, dreams, suicide


Heather Bereskin
Heather Bereskin

Bloomington, IN

I'm a 25 year old budding writer with a degree in English and Comparative Literature from the University of Cincinnati living in Bloomington, Indiana. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Things.. more..


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