SLEEPY
by: geronimo martinez
that simple and sure lack of interest
a time when there is no want for meaning
when this void befalls the weary
be about your wits!
as the devil silently slithers
with his person the shadow's will
cloaking your senses in darkness
and making time itself stand still!
try as I might, there is no defense
even as i invoke fire upon my lips
no burning passion can resist
this dreaded weakness of the flesh
stand tall and firm, persevere!
yet these words fall short and hollow
pace around, free your mind!
yet you are caged within delirium
mindful of every sound, every tick
every whisper and murmur or smirk
with eyes all around to see your fall
what can a man do but damn it all!
as my deadened words grind to a halt
i sought the respite of my seat
without intention my head wanders the unknown
with nothing but an audible bang
as though the pain was insufficient
the laughter would wake even death
i shall not hang my head in shame
lest i fall back into abyss
of the many eyes that criticized
one of them approached to speak
in a kindly voice that sought to implore
"my dear professor, you should sleep more!"
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