Needful sleep

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Late at night, turning in my bed.
The sweat pouring from my head, I’m so full of dread.
The dreadful sound of the beating and unearthly moaning
Coming from my cellar door was keeping me from
My needful sleep

That beating sound has gotten in my head; I wish I were dead.
And that moaning, oh that moaning has crept into my soul.
And infected it like a plague.

Not able to take it no longer, I crept to the cellar door.
And open it with all the courage I could find
The beating grew louder; my ears felt like they would pop.
And the moaning became like something unholy.
That may have come from death himself.
It made my skin grow pale, and I felt like I am walking through hell.

There lies a coffin on the cellar floor with my name written on top.
I flip the top, and it went with a flop, and I stare inside the box.
There lay my heart still beating and moaning its dreadful cry.

I knew what I must do with a tear in my eyes.
I ripped open my chest and shoved my heart back into my breast.
The dreadful beating became a lullaby and the moaning.
Became a whisper of peace, I walk back to my bed to get
Some needful sleep

Late at night, turning in my bed. 
The sweat pouring from my head, I’m so full of dread.
The dreadful sound of the beating and unearthly moaning 
Coming from my cellar door was keeping me from
My needful sleep
 
That beating sound has gotten in my head; I wish I were dead.
And that moaning, oh that moaning has crept into my soul.
And infected it like a plague. 
 
Not able to take it no longer, I crept to the cellar door.
And open it with all the courage I could find
The beating grew louder; my ears felt like they would pop.
And the moaning became like something unholy.
That may have come from death himself.
It made my skin grow pale, and I felt like I am walking through hell.
 
There lies a coffin on the cellar floor with my name written on top.
I flip the top, and it went with a flop, and I stare inside the box.
There lay my heart still beating and moaning its dreadful cry.
 
I knew what I must do with a tear in my eyes. 
I ripped open my chest and shoved my heart back into my breast. 
The dreadful beating became a lullaby and the moaning.
Became a whisper of peace, I walk back to my bed to get
Some needful sleep


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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