Oh how I wish I could sleep.
How I long for my body to fall
Into the deep slumber I embrace
So dearly and quickly every night.
And yet tonight I catch no break
From consciousness in life.
My bed is no less soft,
my room no less cooled.
The fan above me twirls on its own
And regulates my temper, and yet
I feel no less scorched than usual.
Though my eyes took in plenty,
They feel no less drowsy than the day.
For some odd reason, tonight of all nights
Is the one night God will not
Grant me the sweet rest I need
For the day awaiting tomorrow.
Please. Let me sleep.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
