Sleep is pulling
Gently tugging
So charming
So seductive
My heart is offering
Pretty words
Easy flowing
Access to a mine
That is so often closed
I best not sleep now
Best keep writing
While I’m so inclined
The days pass too quickly
Sleep comes on too fast
Just hold on
A few more minutes of today
Less whining
More joy
Less worry
More trust
Why do “joy” and “trust”
Mean “weak” to me?
Bitter me is better?
Wiser? Safer?
Ugh!
But I digress
Sleep is relentless
I am no match
Not for sleep,
And not for you
T
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