Rest [POEM]

'tis better for momentary slumber

than an eternal rest plagued

with cold memories…

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                     This is something I came up with to

                     tell y'all that I'm not dead, dying, nor

                     in a state of decay. I've been

                     swamped with school stuffs and

                     not— I repeat, NOT— been binge

                     watching anime right now. That

                     being said, I forgot how hooked I

                     was with Bungou Stray Dogs… and

                     Gabriel DropOut… or Strike The

                     Blood.

                     Anyway, I'm also working on a new

                     story, so poems will be sparse. Y'all

                     can check out old ones though, for

                     curious peeps out there... and

                     speaking of Old Ones, well... yeah.

                     :octopus: 🦑 :octopus:

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Even heroes needed a rest

from defending their kingdom,

and what better way to sleep than

that with nature's soft embrace?

Breathe in that untamed forest air

and sleep alongside the roots

that had grown deep within the soil,

embracing the woodland bed,

Be guided by the singing birds

and fall into a deep sleep,

be comforted by their music,

a gift from the high heavens,

Fall into a wonderful dream

where no problems would arise,

be tempted by the vice of sloth,

hold on to that wonderland,

Heal, and then recover some more,

bandage those forgotten wounds

that had once been lost throughout time,

then let those scars fade away,

Let the wild flowers adorn all

the bruises as with the cuts,

let nature carry the burden

of harbouring the sharp pains,

Be at rest, even for a day,

heal— be healed— and stay at peace,

silence the ravenous daemons

inside the temple, the mind,

Be at rest, even for a day,

let the storm inside die down,

let the phoenix stay as ashes

and the wolves hide in sheep's wool,

For there is no greater magic

than nature's own healing air,

be at rest, and then be at peace,

be embraced by nature's warmth,

Even if the kingdoms do fall,

if one is wounded, tired,

then let them rest until they're healed,

and even then, let them sleep,

Kingdoms can be rebuilt again,

back into their former glory,

but oneself?

It cannot.

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