My thoughts are getting slower
My eyelids closing lower
My brain is loosing it’s ability to think
I feel like I might just sleep if I so much as blink
Lying on a warm bed while writing this was a mistake
But a risk I was willing to take
Now I’m not sure if I’m filled with regret
My drowsiness is making me forget
It’s so weird because all the other nights I was able to stay awake
Now all I want to do is close my eyes and take a break
But I know that if I do that I’ll fall into a deep sleep
So my eyes open I shall keep (I hope)
Is my words even making sense
If it’s not, I’m sorry, my minds gone dense
See, I don’t even understand what I just wrote
I’m struggling to stay afloat
The idea off drifting of into a deep, peaceful sleep is so appealing
How do I get rid of this tiredness I’m feeling
Plus it’s not even yet twelve
And I’m already feeling sorry for myself
Anyway, I’m gonna have to be awake for a couple more hours
So let’s hope I don’t *insert word that rhymes with hour and makes sense*
Excellent poem. Really captures how most of us felt penning prose late at night. Impressive!
This is terrific. It’s such a classic later marathon poem. The exhaustion is real.
Thank you. Much appreciated