Sleep

Saturday night and straight to bed
No room for thoughts running through my head
Get out get out
Please you must
Go now go now
Turn to dust
Sleep is required
Sleep come thus
Drag me away to where my mind isn't fucked.

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.