NaPoWriMo Day 7: Sleep

Day 7 A love poem to the inanimate


 








 

Sleep

 
in my youth you never seemed
to leave me
little hands clung to your
immenseness
 
your rhythmic patterns
helped me grow
 
 
in my rebellious days I ignored you
to watch monster marathons
little thought was given as I
neglected
 
your warm embrace and
helpful nature
 
 
in my too tired heart I would like
to hold you for a just a
little longer drinking in your
essence
 
your touch is a distant memory
help me get back
 
to you


Here's to time management and getting a good nights' rest.

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