Sleep Poem by Philo Yan

Sleep



Time is ticking, getting late,
Feeling heavy just like lead
Lack of oxygen in the head
One last yawn, I'll go to bed...
But instead
The monkey mind
keeps me awake...

Sunday, June 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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