Definitely, I am sleepy now.
I can barely keep my eyes open,
but my brain yelps a few words.
As I type, there is laziness in
the strokes, as the bed wants
to fetch me from the corner
of my eye.
I struggle to finish, and
complete this verse, but my
yawns outnumber the discursive
jolts, and I just wanna be in
my bedclothes curled up
wih my dreams, so I can
wake fresh with poems tomorrow.
copright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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