Sunday Snoozing;
Even when every dream –
Has somebody tryin’ to kill me.
Each time,
Only intending to get comfortable in bed –
But succumb back into my curse,
Drifting away to sleep for hours.
Sleep Apnea,
Nightmares,
That leave me with permanent dark circles,
Bags beneath my eyes.
Fatigued,
With all this.
Sunday Snoozing;
