The Kingdom of Sleep
Was elusive last night.
My eyes remained open,
Though I held them shut tight.
I stared through the darkness
With my eyes tightly closed,
But entry was forbidden
For reasons never disclosed.
Now I sit in the morning dim,
As the sun prepares to rise.
I have much work before me,
Yet my weary mind seeks closed eyes.
Oh, Kingdom of Sleep,
Do let me in
When the hour feels more right.
Not now, when there is work to do,
But when I lie in darkness
And welcome the night.
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