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Vic Evora

Sleep Deprived

It’s the witching hour
Yet my eyes still wide open
Not a wink since when
A dose of melatonin
Perhaps I should have taken
 
Sleep so elusive
Million things clutter my mind
Zzzzs nowhere to find
Tossing turning counting sheep
Should have spent the night asleep
 
A sliver of light
Appears through the window sill
Sunrise! what a thrill
The whole night I was awake
Nagging thoughts I couldn’t shake
 
I’m up! sleep deprived
Unprepared to greet the world
Tired and looking old
But this morning’s critical
I’m up for my physical
 
Now it’s out; the worry beads
That’s what kept me up all night
Not because I was on speed
Praying everything’s all right
 
Epilogue
 
But I aced my physical
See! I’m smiling ear to ear
My worries non-sensical
At the least, until next year!
 
05-30-2024
© Vic Evora
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