The Child Who Says Not Yet

I'm the child who says not yet
Please, let me stay up for just one more round
Who refuses to acknowledge
When it's the end of the round

What a nightmarish prospect:
To lay myself nightly to a bed
Absent of your sweet face, your warm arms
Which alone can quiet the hoots and screeches
Of anxious fears who visit before sleep
Without your stable brightness
Waking me even with the sun still sleeping
Or with a world draped in endless fog

I am a child
Begging for five more minutes
For five more bottomless minutes
Begging not to make tomorrow a day
With you not there to love and play

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