Poetry

Sleep (#644)

Sleepless hours into the pen,
Sleep pushing me into the dreamy glen,
Sleep combating the pen wanting, trying to win,
But words are pushing out from within,
I don’t have time to write,
But words are coming to me in spite,
I want to sleep, but I cannot refuse the word,
I keep writing even when sleep makes my vision blurred,
Let me get these words down and done,
Please, please, let me sleep before up is the sun!

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