Plea #55: Sleep Sleep.
I must sleep.
My day has been spent.
And I'm ready to weep.
But I shall not.
Instead, I shall sleep.
The mourning sun begins to shine its unwanted glow.
It's unrequiting moisture, soaking me and ever's know.
My body yearns to wake.
To start anew and bake.
But I cannot even leap,
And so I must sleep.
The bell rings an 8.
People are running late.
Those who live above me,
Them and their eyes,
Their stomping practically commands me.
Commands me to rise,
But my tank has run empty,
My vision's begun to glare,
And so I must sleep.
No matter the nightmare.