Dawn
The dull lack of sleep.
Wishing to be blessed with sheep.
Even with soft pajamas.
I still feel the day’s stamina.
Even with soft rain,
I’m still lying here in vain.
This frustration I try to ignore.
There’s contemplation in being bored.
The clock is menacing.
There’s loneliness in never sleeping.
Awake in my own home.
I decide to play on my phone.
The light from the screen makes me yawn.
At a bad time, it is almost dawn!
That’s when exhaustion always seems to strike.
After a long sleepless hike.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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