Clouded yarn of night

Sleep pulls at the backs of my eyes.

I suddenly notice my head is heavy,

a weight hangs inside my skull

pulled by yarn made of twisted clouds,

pulls my eyes into my neck.

A cool pillow, swallows my face.

The lights go dark,

shadows dance on my eyelids,

as sleep

pulls me into another realm.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

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