Doctor Grandma

There is a point past which

you stay awake,

as if it’s morning,

but it’s not,

as if you could work all night,

but you can’t,

Your body is playing a trick on you,

and you need sleep now

more than you know,

You are hungry,

but won’t eat,

You will dream before

the new day breaks.

cfblack, 4-25-2022, 4am

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