Tired
but awake again
because
wakefulness is waiting for
my
answer
am I ready to embrace
the disbelief
to
refuse the hand that
once could
pull me to
my feet
Floating
into ache once more
with no
morning defense
when
the sun broke me like
a
cudgel to
the
head
stole
from me any
last
moments for
dreaming
Memory
waits still and near for me
I am
endlessly choosing I am
at last
losing what allowed me to
creep
through the hole in the
floor
So
tired of attempting
to end this need for sleeping
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