Sleep
Sleep; do not come near me now
I see your mouth wanting to swallow me
I see your hands wanting to block my ears
I see your mouth whispering to bed, to bed
I see your board-guards with ropes to tie my legs
I see your eyes red with anger to take me away
Sleep; go away. I want to enjoy my last supper
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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