Poetry

Goodnight Sweet Poetry.

Temptation to sleep is coming to me when I sit here writing poetry.

I try to ignore it but louder it calls,

It is night beyond these walls.

I start to think about the warm sensation my blanket will bring to me.

When I hop up in bed, lay down my head, and begin to dream so peacefully.

I want to write more, but I am half way asleep,

So I am going to bed without saying another peep.

Goodnight sweet poetry.