As a young poet I have learnt to share my everyday experiences and encounters through poems and poetry.
Just this afternoon I saw myself in a deep struggle with sleep. My eyes were heavy, wanting at least a minute of break but I refused. The struggle held on for a while until I decided to let nature have it's way.
This poem is a TWELVE line poem with a general View on the subject matter— SLEEP
Happy Viewing......
The highest point of rest...
Rest to my body
To enable cells burn some fuel
And the blood clear some waste—
Built by strains to block the veins
A repair to tissues
Capacitation to systems
Freshening the brain
Preparing all for another round
Of merciless strain
Propelled by the mind
At the return of me
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