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make it sleep

by Leah Laiben

talking heads leak sour emotions
with each vigorous attack of dysentery.

people will turn up noses,
refusing to become tainted
with stagnant details
needless memories.

become docile and silent, i say, become weak and dead.

heroine induced sleep
sounds like heaven;

like me.


Posted on 12/04/2003
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/15/07 at 07:30 AM

A rather excellent poem I say, especially that ending - dreamless and empty, like me... Like me too. Superb work.

Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 04/11/15 at 02:14 AM

This resonates with me. beautiful and majestic..if a poem could be defined that way.

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