Poetry

Sleepy (#595)

I’m so ready to close my eyes,
I know sleep won’t take a dozen tries,
Into my pillow, I’m ready to heave my head,
If only I can ever make it into bed,
Seems like there’s always something to do,
When am I ever going to get through?
My feet are really starting to drag,
The bags under my eyes are starting to sag,
Nonstop I’ve been going and going,
The results of that are showing,
I’m not certain how much more I can take,
Heck, I’m not sure how long I can stay awake,

Any Thoughts?

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