pulling the planks from my eyelids
to get on with the day
gets more and more difficult
with each approaching wave
sleep, my oppression
my confounder, good night
with yawns and with blinks
i am losing this fight
I really love this poem – so simple yet so moving!! Thanks for posting!!
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.