Poem -

Mr. Sandman

Mr. Sandman

I won't lie
when
Hell
comes
overĀ 
me
I often
wish
for a Narcotic
Slumber
By Mr Sandman
Bringing
me
into
a
state
of becoming
Comfortably Numb

I do not
sucumb
to these
temptations
Yet
the
soul
is
weary
wanting
The Sandman
to
whisper
me
into
a
dream.................

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