Sleep comes to soften anguish,

Conflict put to rest


Peace numbs any thought

of You, of Him and of Me

We read about moments

In time and in our lives. 

We read about how moments,

Although fleeting can console

where unhappiness lies.
Lied to rest, sleep comes

to blur all that is and isn’t there.

You, Her, Me, Him and You, again


We are just pronouns,

Loaded with connotations of

Love, Lust and Envy.

The denotation of people living

In moments where We are, She was and He is.
Sleep comes,

Conflict rests


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