SleepA Poem by Dave W.Graveyard is a hard shift to work
The weight of the night rests on my brow,
as I wait for first suns light to crest the horizon. A patient sentinel I have become, I embrace this vigil as I endure. I resist sirens slumber call "Just a little shut eye" sweet sleep seduction. 2 hours more is an eternity, when desiring my beds welcoming arms, eyes burn, thoughts slow, java has no power here. I will yet continue on, wearing a mask of awareness, even as my mind wonders off. Oh night won't you end, when my shift is over, there will be no waiting for oblivions kiss, I will pass out. I will fall fast, fabulously fainting into rest's bosom. The shift is almost done, wouldn't you know it, second wind has come again, there will be no sleep, for at least for a couple hours more, the irony is not lost on me.
© 2024 Dave W.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDave W.Tigard, ORAboutI love to write poetry and hope that something I create will connect with someone that needs to read it more..Writing
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