Now I Sleep

So now I go to sleep

and hope that tonight will forget today

and leave tomorrow untouched,

pure.

I so long to forget of so much,

so many faces burned into my mind,

so much anger scorching my sight.

I wish for that peace and clarity of solitude,

and it is there that I am complete,

that I am real.

I sleep now,

praying to stay in dreams a bit longer,

in dreams where I am alone,

for no one is real —

just false memories.

I ask to stay

and to cleanse myself of those impurities,

to wake and to forget this life

as one forgets a dream.

I sleep far away.

No one can see me there,

and I can see no one else.

I wish to be complete.

 

March 19, 1998

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