Four: Sloth

Image credit: Sabphoto/

Image credit: Sabphoto/

I cannot study anymore
I know the games
I know the score
I feel that I
Must sleep instead
To drink the potions
Of the dead

The pomegranate seeds are nice
A perfect flavour
For our device
Down within
The beast I dwell
I’ll sleep my sleep
And wake in hell

My energy has bleeded out
I care not what
This world’s about
Let knowledge flee
It has no balm
I’ll rest instead
In sleep’s warm arms

(c) Helen Valentina 2016

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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