Poetry

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The clock strikes 8. It’s time to go. All I want to do is crawl back to bed.

Not facing the world has been excellent, but back to reality, I must go.

Moving around, listening to everyone as it all starts again.

Only four more days to Christmas and ten more days until the new year.

And I know everything will blend and fade together until it’s all a blur.

And I’m just ready to go back to sleep again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.