Amber Sleep [POETRY]

NVDL: Below, an attempt at poetry. Something I do once a year - at most.

clipped from www.nickvanderleek.com At last asleep A slur A wicked mind Laid to waste By all the world’s murmuring Its gentle mayhem Its leaping octopus MADNESS Perchance, perforce, to dream To wake Tired In a tired worn out world Ready for fire For the flame And smoke The blood and cracks The steam and ooze Of childbirth And new shoots Red and green On either side Of this amber sleep