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.
Thanks for reading
please check out my new book "In Shadows"
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