Fighting Sleep
Alas, the hour is getting late;
dark clouds are sailing 'cross the sky.
And as I fight this sleepy state,
I hear the time go ticking by.
Thick shadows climb along my wall –
alas, the hour is getting late.
A dream stands by, while eyelids fall
against my will – the strain is great.
Now as my body pours its weight
into the plushness of my bed,
alas, the hour is getting late
when I must rest my weary head.
I beg the dream to take me now
for lo, I can no longer wait.
And as the darkness sweeps my brow,
alas, the hour is getting late.
JMariah
Copyright © Poet Jmariah | Year Posted 2013
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