I hear you calling
my name so sweet
You tempt me
You know that I
am very tired
with no sleep
I will finish this
proving that I can
do this once again
Your voice so tender
like velvet so soft
but I resist
I know I’m getting
older, staying up
is the challenge
You can show me
sleepy wishes
but I have to win
I shall sleep soon
upon my soft bed
but not yet I beg
You sit silent now
but it wont last
I feel it building
I ask you not to
whisper that
sweet lullaby
You think you have
me hanging but I
cut that thread
I love this. A classic late marathon poem!
Thank you, I’m surprised it made any sense lol, my eyes were almost closed.
Definitely a relatable struggle late in the game! The personification and imagery of sleep and a comfy bed here are great.
I wanted to retitle the poem “My Pillow.” From the 18th hour on I kept hearing it calling to me louder and louder “I’m waiting,” You poem made me re-live the last hours. Well done.