In my dreams
It often seems
To me
That what I feel
And sometimes see
Is reality.
When death steals
Up on me
Will it simply seem
That I dream?
The reality
Is unknowable to me.
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K Morris - Poet 
Very thought-provoking, Kevin.
Thank you, Esther. I’m pleased you like my poem.
A thought provoking poem, Kevin. I wrote one about sleep and death. It’s in my book From July to December. I thought you might like it, so here it is.
Sleep
Sweet sleep.
Drifting, floating, eyes closed,
Mind set free,Wandering where it will.
Control gone.
Thoughts fly everywhere.
Deeper, deeper, sinking.
Soft as down.
Sleep creeps up and you know no more.
Is this Sleep,
Or Death?
Hi Vivienne. Many thanks for your comment and sharing your poem about sleep, which I enjoyed very much.