Dead Asleep
Every night
my bed
is like a coffin
my body lies dead
asleep
in wait for my demise.
Daylight puddles
near the windowpane
spilling
into the room
splashing
over my face
caught
in a death mask.
Seconds pass
my face
softens
awareness returns
with random thoughts
cobwebs of dreams
swept clean
my eyes
open.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Sleep is so much like death, I often think about it.
The artwork, A Matter Of Life And Death by Fay Collins is the prompt for today at dVerse~Poets Pub.