Poem #16

my current situation in words fighting the urge to sleep.
the struggle is real.

Hold on 
frail heart
we’re almost at the finish line.

The light at the end of the tunnel
is just in vision’s perception.

Don’t measure the miles to cover
or cower under the pressure
or give into sleep…

You may rest your weary head 
at the end,
the end is near
the end is upon us,
don’t measure the distance
simply put one foot in front of the other. 


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