Still here. Not there.
My tired body in despair.
My mind an ocean in a storm
My body aches with every yawn.
Both sides respond in turn.
All the while I long and yearn.
For the sweet release -
Of Sleep.
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
PuisiA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
