Stirring sunlight swirls
Crisp air to circulation.
My eyes peel open.
Absent from sleep's love,
I shift, stretch to find my own
Loneliness again.
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Sleep
PoetryA five part poem based on five different aspects and stages of sleep and how it's experienced. Open to any and all criticism x Written at age 17.
IV - the sobering
Stirring sunlight swirls
Crisp air to circulation.
My eyes peel open.
Absent from sleep's love,
I shift, stretch to find my own
Loneliness again.
