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Fear, Sleep Away

Sleep away your fears
My darling. 
Let your brain rest free:
Light's dimming. 

Forget that you care,
Darling, smile.
Forget the nightmare
For awhile.

Sleep; let your eyes dry.
Time to rest.
Tell your pain to fly.
Just forget.

Darling, sleep is calling ~
Close your eyes.
Sleep is comforting ~
Restful lies. 

For a night it's OK.
Sleep and smile.
'Til the morning day
Comes to strike.


I used to write a lot of poetry. I rarely share of any of it, as it tends to be personal. But this I felt like sharing ;) Sometimes you are just so tired of life, and remembering, that all you want to do is sleep. 

But it can be hard to sleep when the world feels dark :) And that's when you just have to remind yourself how to forget. 

I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this summer! It says I won first place at a county fair... but I didn't have any competition. Prize was like $3? I think ;D 

I eventually plan to turn this into a song, with one of my friend's help. We'll see if that ever happens ;p 


  1. Very pretty, good job!I also like to write poems. I wish that our fair had a section for that.

    1. Thanks! I think I entered under creative writing? Our fair has so many different categories πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Just about anything can be entered

  2. This is the most beautiful poem I've ever read, Keturah :)

    Heehee, my county fair's cash prizes are not that much better.


    1. Oh, thanks so much Catherine! Your comment makes me happy 😁 Lol! I think it must just be a county fair thing ;)

  3. This is so pretty, thanks for sharing!


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