Cozied under covers and dark skies.
Heavy eyelids, sluggish eyes.
Wrists, weak, fail to hold the weight
that slowly tips, tips, tips.
Need to know what happens next.
Blink them open, yet
eyes slide closed.
Finally, book lands on nose.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Cozied under covers and dark skies.
Heavy eyelids, sluggish eyes.
Wrists, weak, fail to hold the weight
that slowly tips, tips, tips.
Need to know what happens next.
Blink them open, yet
eyes slide closed.
Finally, book lands on nose.
This really spoke to me. My nose is still recovering from the last one. Also the reason I can’t have a Kindle.