Will eyes on Saturday open?
I think these lids are broken
Sticky with a touch of slow
Waking with a touch of ‘no’
Where are my feet?
I’m not complete!
The floor demands a meet and greet
My legs
Still life with covers
That world
Outside, it hovers
Must I leap to the conclusion
That I seek the day’s inclusion
And reject my sleep’s seclusion
Oh good grief! So much confusion
I might risk a head contusion
Debate inside me billows
I must seek advice from pillows.
No comments:
Post a Comment