yancey

Poetry... not my strong suit but keeps me entertained. This one is called As I Lay and was written a LONG time ago.

As I lay here in bed,
trying to dream,
silent as the dead.
My mind starts to drift,
on some moon light rift.

As I lay here in peace,
trying to scream,
the worlds sounds all cease.
People above sob,
as if humanities robbed.

As I lay here in death,
trying to return,
I cant draw a breath.
I may no longer be,
but Im in their memory.