Again sleeps become,
A coveted prize.
Sheltered away,
From my heavy eyes.
Reluctant walls block,
The short treck to my bed.
And a quiet voice urges me,
"Don't go" in my head.
So I wait just a single,
Rooms distance away.
Relying on nature as sleeps saviour,
Regardless of what the voices say.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
Again sleeps become,
A coveted prize.
Sheltered away,
From my heavy eyes.
Reluctant walls block,
The short treck to my bed.
And a quiet voice urges me,
"Don't go" in my head.
So I wait just a single,
Rooms distance away.
Relying on nature as sleeps saviour,
Regardless of what the voices say.
