I have this image in my head
Of the final time I go to bed,
At last I must lay my head down
Which marks the end of another round.
I see a light coming near
I feel a warmth on my ear,
What is this place I am in
The sound of a heartbeat from within.
I wake again in a world of smell
Something familiar I can tell,
Old memories gone and new ones made
My soul is calm and no longer afraid.
Time passes by as I grow tall
Only to write this poem once more,
Tonight, again when I go to bed
I have this image in my head




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