Narcolepsy

27 Apr

I can always tell when I’m close to something true.

Every pore of my body begs for sleep.

Begs relentlessly. Forcing me

to keep myself awake, or to sleep,

either way, drawing my attention

deftly away from the truth.

National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

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