54. Slumber. (Relief from love).

What a sorry state, I wished my day away,
In fact that it ne'r had started,
Disowened and desolate,
Awake so heavy hearted.

I close my eyes,
And feel no pain,
Relief from subscription,
The prescription to ease,
My affliction.

Dumb I rest, no struggle, no fight,
Where I dwell, out of sight,
In the daylight or dead of night,
Where I go, all is right.

Many a time I wish to stay,
unc0nscious in a way,
To how it is you spend your day.
Excluded, barred, awakened I weep,
If only I could stay, as1eep.

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