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[lac0olant]

 With your soft embrace, I feel myself leave this vessel
There is no calamity when I abandon the hustle
Only impending bliss and the resurgence of emptiness
within my head, there is nothingness
And I surrender to the darkness

You show me things I can't fathom
Solutions I was blind to you bring unto
And sensations this world seldom offers
Before ceasing pronto




But lately, far too soon do you consume me
Suddenly, I feel the ground drop, I stumble clumsily
Much to confused bystanders, the ground did not move
This doesn't console me, the notion does not soothe
My walk is brought to a trudge and I must squint my eyes to see

It's not time yet for the sun is still risen
Yet as my eyes fall heavy, the wall reveals what's written
I've been struck! This weariness has me smitten, I concede
My ambitions and tasks it shall impede

I haven't written poetry in a while and I've been seeing a certain word smith on my latest that inspired me to get back into it. I'm chronically tired and sleepy, almost falling asleep randomly so I decided to write a metaphor for that. I'm still very much sleepy, so so sleepy