Love Poem: The Arms of Sleep
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Written by: Emile Pinet

The Arms of Sleep

Laying in quiet solitude; I am all alone with my thoughts. And devastated by your words, I feel abandoned to their sting. I hear the thudding of my heart, racing to accommodate fear. And my beating heart grows so loud, I can't think of anything else. Anxiety raises my pulse till it's pounding on my eardrums. And burning my cheeks with their heat, tears flow to extinguish my pain. I begin to question my worth, crawling inside my broken heart. And recalling fond memories, I slip into the arms of sleep.