Crutch

As the lids of my eyes drag lower

And lower still,

my clock ticks onward

Beyond dawn.

 

My thoughts wander from tomorrows alarm,

Sleep rests her arms over my shoulders,

whispers something pleasant in my ear,

but my eyes

 

Span four hours

until I wake, still

 

Alone in the haze

Caught between sunrise

and warm blanket of darkness.

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