Let me sleep

Let me sleep short poem

Where is this
Where I am right now,
Is this the dream,
I had dreamt a long time back
Why don’t I feel
The anguish, I only recently had.
Why do I see the colors so vivid
How come there is happiness to be felt.
I have never felt this way before and
Neither am I sure that I can take this any longer
But I know now how it feels to be alive finally
Till now I was in the dead asylum of death
And misery and all things that are bad.
And yet I want to go back to the where I once belonged
Maybe have felt darkness so much
That I have started relishing it now.
Don’t take away this darkness
‘Cause the light is too blinding.
Let me go back to sleep
Don’t wake me up yet
Let me sleep and be blissfully unaware.

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Innocence is such blissful ignorance. Or being in the dark makes one unmindful of not having any light.
Or being in the bliss of sleep makes one desire not to wake up. Have it your way, @zyborg in your dreamland.

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