The Long Sleep

The leaves are now jaded
The tapestry faded
Like the carpet on the floor
Rich colours no more...

The paint no longer vibrant
The chimes are all too silent
The room once full of roar
Now no one knocks on the door

It’s time to sleep the long sleep
Fall into the well with walls steep
And beg the Reaper to be my keep
No time to weep, no time to weep.
~Siddharth Sanyal~

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