Sleep (Original Napkin Poem)

By Connor MacDonald:

SLEEP

I crawled into bed

And got under the covers.

Sleep never came easy to me.

I would twist and turn

Thinking about things long since said.

Reminiscing about by-gone lovers.

Drifting off towards the abyss,

I catch something in my room.

A pale lady floating from the window.

She comes towards me for a kiss,

And I can catch her strawberry perfume

As I turn my head towards my pillow.

Sleep comes and goes

And I am alone.