eyes droop
yawn catches on again and again
counting sheep get ya to thirty
then thinking seems too hard for a mind to comprehend
I raise my arms up high above my head and wait
I wait for them to fall slowly at my exhaustion
my arm falls asleep
and my pillow gets fluffed again for the umpteenth time
my yawn creates an domino effect and everything just loses purpose
nothing seems to make sense other than closing your eyes
though that won't fully happen until I clear my head and lay on my side and take a deep breath
then fall asleep instantly
just like that I'm out like a sack
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
