Poetry

I don’t

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want to disappear back into that shell as my world becomes too demanding.

For well I’m tired and running on less sleep these days.

As the heat comes and swallows me up with the hope of cold air blowing my way helps.

The air is so cool as I fall asleep and forgetting everything that has been on my mind.

But knowing once I’m up, if I don’t keep moving around the tiredness will consume me and the fight to stay awake will be useless.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes