Eyes close,
deep exhale,
tense muscles
loosen under
Sandman's
watchful eye.
I wait
for sleep to
take me
in it's warm
tangled grasp.
- - -
This whole staying up late and getting up early thing is starting to get to me; I can't keep my words, my thoughts, or my actions on track. I amble from place to place in the fog of over tired eyes.
But tonight was wonderful. It was a double date night for my bestest pal in the whole world, her boy, my boy and I. And it was more fun than I expected it to be.
Now my eyes hurt and it's time for bed.
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I read this during a bout of insomnia. The single line "I wait" is painful to my bleary eyes!
ReplyDeleteVery nice read and I enjoy your little mix of poem and reality.
Man, I wish sleep would take me in the grasp more often. Good expression here.
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