Before Sleep

I had to write a poem for class and I was just really tired

The shuffling of sheets

The quiet breathes of a small dog

The quick movements of the ceiling fan

The humming sound coming from the fish bowl

 

All these make up the comfortable silence  

 

My eyes feel heavy

My hands tired

My back in pain from the uncomfortable position

 

It gets harder and harder to stay awake

 

The last words seen

“We’re all just kids who grew up too fast,

Yeah the good die young but,

The great will last forever”

 

The realization of this truth is the last

To sink in

As sleep welcomes me with open arms

The End

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