I toss, I turn, I toss, I turn
Breathe in, Breathe out
Forget
about
the world
While others watch it burn.
Feet
are in
Feet
are out
I turn and toss some more, the house a humming roar.
My arms
are numb
and sore,
Remember that thing that happened when you were young?
A pill
or two
or three
Or maybe four? Anything to satisfy a snore.
Your throat
is dry
You have
to pee
The alarm will come and that you can’t ignore.
Close your eyes and try to sleep once more.
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Amos Glade
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