Well, it is about rest from brokenness and pain...


Sleep

I am dying, yet I am flying
Searching for a higher ground
A high tree top or a castle tall
A higher ground where I can rest.

When the heart is broken
And the wound is raw
When the pain's making me hurt more
A harbour to hide the tears.

I do not want to open my eyes
Let me keep dreaming sweet dreams
I am flying though I want to sleep
Running away from the world.

I am flying higher and higher
To see the escape from misery
Anywhere that no one knows
And I can rest in peace.





Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2009-11-03 at 09:16

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John Ashleigh
A sincere poem. I can literally feel the emotion through my computer screen. A good write.

regards,
John.
2010-11-23