Needing Sleep

Eyes, feeling dry and
cracked, like riverbeds
in a drought.

Throat, tight and swollen,
tonsils of rubber brushing
the gag reflex.

Heart, racing like a
locomotive’s engine at
full, unfettered speed.

Head, aching ever so
slightly, causing barely
perceptible dizziness.

Coffee, hot and sweet
bitter and biting,
yet pure delight.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.


About Mark

I'm a forty-something Welsh-American. Other interests outside writing/blogging and very amateur photography include gardening, cooking, and sports, esp. rugby union.

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