Gulping cups
of sweet, hot tea;
body stays up
on depleting energy.
Heavy eyelids
tap each other
oh God forbid
I succumb to slumber.
Mouth opens
and yawns audibly;
neck weakens
head tilts slowly—
jolt upright.
Must withstand
the call of night
and its beckoning hand.
Lassitude consumes
my remaining vigor;
across the room
awaits torpor.
Soon I plummet
onto the bed;
pillows and blankets
meet my head.
Darkness surrounds;
breaths grow deep;
in absence of sounds,
I fall asleep.
YOU ARE READING
from the depths of my mind, they flutter free
Poetry𝟑×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵...
