an overflowing mind,
words that struggle to break free
and arrange themselves in order
until I have no words left
to give.
when my mind is empty
and night has come,
I take these daily goals
and line them up in rows
along the back of my skull
to keep their place
until another day is done.
then sleep pulls this zipper closed,
holds all these obligations in
until I can wake and give them each time,
until then, they have a place to hide.
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Prompt is. . . yep, sleep deprivation makes me wacko.
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