All sleep
All tire
And all yearn for...
Slumber
Not all survive Slumber,
Some do not even try
And others crumble into dust against its power
And they blow away, into the piles of dust
There is the upper sleep, and then the lower Slumber..
Upper is that of tired and exhaustion to seek refresh and new
And..
The lower is one of Slumber of the mind and sole and heart
A peace of some sort
But also
A punishment
To never have a care
Never know any pain
Or any love
Is a great punishment indeed
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