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Bed
Underneath the duvet,
sanctuary from malaise.
Never to awaken,
sleep my ally.
Slaughter the daytime,
leave me rotting.
Alarm signals morning,
reality oozes back.
Stabbing pains rise,
sickness wells up.
Illness is faux,
insufficient to inter.
Leave me horizontal,
make me diseased.
Confined to rest,
I can dream.
Lethargy is salvation.
sanctuary from malaise.
Never to awaken,
sleep my ally.
Slaughter the daytime,
leave me rotting.
Alarm signals morning,
reality oozes back.
Stabbing pains rise,
sickness wells up.
Illness is faux,
insufficient to inter.
Leave me horizontal,
make me diseased.
Confined to rest,
I can dream.
Lethargy is salvation.
Published 13th Jan 2012
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13th Jan 2012 8:27pm
bob:)
Welcome to DU.
'Apathy is salvation' --hmm... apathy (indifference) actually diminishes salvation though.
This definitely lends one to think.
Welcome to DU.
'Apathy is salvation' --hmm... apathy (indifference) actually diminishes salvation though.
This definitely lends one to think.
... Thanks for the welcome and the review.
Now that you say that, clearly apathy doesn't work at all. The word I was looking for was lethargy.
Now that you say that, clearly apathy doesn't work at all. The word I was looking for was lethargy.
14th Jan 2012 11:15am
Sometimes apathy is salvation. By cutting off the world by not caring about it, is often more freeing, more peace inducing, than rest itself. I understand that from the poem, but the need to escape is clear, so illness and exhaustion is what you need, so yes, lethargy works better.
