H.21 – Sleep

My  eyelids crave closure,

my brain is engulfed in fog,

fingers slipping on keys,

deleting a line or two  my

body fuzzy, begging for rest,

But l can hold a little longer

Its only an hour or three, the

words  have letters missing

l have forgotten how to type

but it’s a 24 hour journey,  that

ends at 11 tonight .

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