Again shall one find rest.


Neck searing sharp pain,
Feet dry cracking grains,

Snapping between the joints,
Spurs cut deeply at points,

Dry eyes squinting dismissing,
Yet heart beating and persisting,

For tomorrow holds a new day of exciting things that one finds themself reminiscing.

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A poem about going to sleep.