Yawning, my eyes drift closed
As I greet the night.
Do nightmares await me?
Or sweet pleasant dreams?
Or will there be nothing
Until I wake up?
No point in wondering;
I'll know tomorrow.
– SR Romney
Yawning, my eyes drift closed
As I greet the night.
Do nightmares await me?
Or sweet pleasant dreams?
Or will there be nothing
Until I wake up?
No point in wondering;
I'll know tomorrow.
– SR Romney
Posted 04/25/2025 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2025
Tagged with Dreams, NaPoWriMo, night, poem #25, poetry, sleep
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