I actually was ill and had no idea whether I was half asleep or half awake! Happens when you’re at your desk.
With drowsy eyes
I write this poem,
Written by a pen,
A gift from a close friend,
Aching cheeks, heavy eyelids,
Yet, one hand supports my head,
Another, glides across the sheet,
I stop and think,
Will any of this make sense?
Is it even a necessity
If one is ill?
Words, sounds, birds tweeting,
Card, voices, noise, head is aching,
Nothing matters, nothing at all,
Closing your eyes, just sleep, sleep,
When one is drowsy