I know I should be asleep by now, but I just can't close my eyes. It's 12:35 at night and I can feel my mind, body, and eyes screaming for slumber. But something pries open my gaze; denying my attempt to rest. I just can't do it. I can't fall asleep. Can't drift into R.E.M.. I wish I could but something stronger than every ouce of energy in my body keeps me from my goal.
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Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of me