2021/10/12 #poetry I want to sleep. I want it so bad. I feel the deep pulling down on my head. The day was nice but now it is through. Sleep is the only thing I've left to do. So I'll turn out the light and get into bed. Then I'll stop moving, body heavy as lead. Dreams will come fast, I've noticed before, but in those dreams too I will sleep, I need more. Every day I turn in for rejuvenating rest. I never complain because sleep is the best.