Crushing weight upon our brows
it draws us ever down
into an embrace of comfort
and whispers so profound
We fight its touch with potions
with hopes and promise
but ever down it brings us
with events and scenes
arts and endeavors
we fight its desperate grasp
but alas
all we do
is but not
For sleep comes for all
Mostly short
and most do wake
but most must fear
a sleep too long
untouched by time
and though my sleep
comes far too soon
May yours be bright
full of dreams
and ever shorten at the dawn
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