Wednesday, 27 April 2022

Another night


 

Eyes are drooping,

if they get much lower, 

I’ll have to stoop,

to scoop them up.

I think I need to sleep

or have some strong caffeine in a cup.

It's all too much.

My weary body can't seem to move,

It just wants sleep,

my aching bones to soothe.

 

I's are not dotting.

T's not crossing 

but my eyes are closing

and my brain is rotting.

I need to sleep 

is it too much to ask?

Every time I start to drift

my mind thinks up another task.

The hours pass,

thoughts splintering like cracked glass.

 

Eyes are crossing 

and my brain is closing.

I think I'm micro dozing,

because those people in my room were not here before,

must be the sleep demons walking the floor.

Hallucinating some weird fantasy

but I’m definitely awake.

At least I think so,

pnch me.

 

Eyes feel heavy,

my vision wavy

as I lay.

Empty hope of a full night sleep.

In full comfort I should be,

under duvet,

counting sheep,

all toasty and warm.

If it wasn't for my misfiring brain alarm.

 

 

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Kyle
 

 

 

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