I sit exhausted

On the couch

My eyes burn

My hearing fades

The television talks to no one

Sleep snatches at me

Quickly and my head

Snaps back

The opening of my eyes

Is so difficult

Such a chore

I have no dream

My fingers poised

Upon the keyboard

There is a high-pitched

Whistle that levels

My breathing

That draws me down

And sucks me into

The valley of

Sleep

Why fight?

Give in!

The cats are gathering

Purring around me

Snuggling down

Fuzzy thoughts

And prickly, blurring eyes

make me choose to let go

Just get me up off this couch

Just steer me up the stairs

Get my nighty on

And slide between the sheets

Let go let go let go

 

 

©April 25, 2018

by Diane E. Dockum