Wanting Sleep


Hours waiting

Heavy eyes

Not knowing

Shallow breathing




It’s called sleep

Posted in Poetry
4 comments on “Wanting Sleep
  1. Dad says:

    Cool. It’s got a “so what” feeling. A life observation.

  2. Jack says:

    Deeper than the life process itself, this piece pulls you down into the realm of the half-conscious, thinly connected breath, from which sleep and life coexist. Nice work MJR!

  3. John says:

    Nice work from a young lion poet of note…post more!

  4. Jack says:

    The black dog of Churchill, mixed with the need for crossing the barriers of life and breath. Go kid!

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