Thursday, April 30, 2020

Crave Sleep


The silence is deafening. 
No life. No movement. 
Unsettling.
Hear myself breathe.  In. Out.
Rhythmic. 

Darkness throughout.
No light. Shadows dance.
Unsettling.
The clock's hands move. Tick. Tick. 
Rhythmic.

Too tired to move.
Too tired. Crave sleep.
Weary.
Heart beats loudly. Lub dub
Rhythmic.

Eyes slowly shut.
Thoughts drift. Dreams begin.
Weary.
Breaths much deeper. Slow. Soft.
Rhythmic.

Asleep.





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