Burnt Out

It's hard to write 
a fiery romance
when your eyelids
are drooping, 
half closed

I wanted the poem
To have a fire theme
seared, smoky, flavorful
Not the most original idea
I admit
But it ended up
being burnt to a crisp
And dipped in
cheese fondue
Anyway

Sleep is taunting me
singing it's sweet lullaby
but my mind is still racing
with the most useless thoughts
I yearn for the blank nothingness
Just let me sleep!
 
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amaryllis

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