Sleep

You've been beaten praying for a tomarrow to look forward to.

Prayers slip through fingers so quickly. Trust me when I say its ok.

Life slips away.

Don't break.

Crying for something to come back when you build your own wonderland.

Crying(this seems to be the impossable).

Another dream when your eyes are shut.

Waiting, dreading the next day.

Falling, crying to sleep.

the impossable.

Tears.

Reviews

[Anya]

Very sad poem, but an amazing write!
"Crying for something to come back when you build your own wonderland." is my favorite line.
Thanks for sharing