Soundest of the Sleep

by Jacob L.

Is he still breathing?
Please don't make a peep
You wouldn't wanna wake him,
From the soundest of the sleep

You hear them screaming, can't you?
All the words they could never say
From the mother and drunken father
Who wouldn't give him the time of day

It seems what's done is done
Lord knows he held on good
Put up one hell of a fight
And now he's resting like he should 

It's interesting when your gone,
How quickly you get noticed
Maybe by the time I write this poem
I'll have the guts to show it

So if there's room in heaven
Please make room for just one more
Cuz I've shut my eyes,
And I think it's time
A lucid dreamer I am no more.