Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

[Mendelson Shape]

dim the mind,
shield the eyes,
block the senses,
body disguise

hide me away,
from the evil at hand,
save the delay,
that life will demand

if i shall
be remanded of this,
place me high,
into the dark abyss

i yearn for peace,
i want release,
from this world,
help...at least

if no one shall come
to my aid,
then death shall take me,
into the quiet shade...

[Ai]

A lovely piece once again you seem to have the whole idea of rhyming along with setting your rhythm and layout rather well. I think that you should try to expand upon your poetry choices now to include things that you would normally not even attempt to write.

Expand your knowledge bank..;)