Poetry

So good

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Night, as it gets late and the sun sets, I get ready to sleep.

I am so tired that I can no longer avoid being worn down by 6 p.m. and having it dark by 7 p.m.

I get ready for bed with no regrets as I keep yawning with no hope of stopping insight.

I know I must sleep soon, or things will get rough.

I will fall asleep and leave other things on all night as I sleep with no care or concern. I won’t worry; I only want to catch as many zzzs as possible.

Sleep has come and gone lately, and I feel I never get enough sleep.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes