I’m up. I’m up.
My eyes drift close again.
I’m up!
The house is quiet.
Every one is asleep.
As I struggle to pull words out
One by one.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m up. I’m up.
My eyes drift close again.
I’m up!
The house is quiet.
Every one is asleep.
As I struggle to pull words out
One by one.
I like the simplicity of this poem. It allows the “struggle” to breathe through the form.