night is coming, look sleepy.
Don't let it ignore you again.
Yawn a bit,
Pretend the lids are heavy
try closing your eyes
a slight toss
A little turn
gripped under the sheets
pillow between your knees
imagine you're sleeping
nicely tucked, neatly curled
lost in a place
of your deep dark dream world
If sleep were a train
You be a station
and wait for it to alight
to sink inside
Make of yourself a swamp
with no tangible ground
Whatever sits on you
Would indefinitely drown
Have faith
you will see zzz's
There might be dreams
if you get some sleep
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