A night of poor sleep
Dawn without mercy moving
Relentless motion
poetry, prose, and photography
Looking skyward
While dawn approaches
Waiting for this fitful night
To finally end
the sun rises
i resist waking
my warm bed
Dawn’s not yet here
Yet i need to be awake
Weariness slows me
More than i care to admit
Dawn has not yet broke
Though the eastern sky brightens
This new winter’s day