His Summer Mornings Read Count : 46
Category : Poems
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This be the season of intense heat, slumber for many is difficult to grasp due to the blaze.
For many, equally, it is easy to find slumber as a cold air encircles the atomsphere of their private domains.
I believe there still be many who arise in the goldilocks hours of 7 AM or 11 AM.
Perhaps, they have gotten better slumber then I.
At the present of you, reader, driving through my words, I am very much aware and awake.
My eyes loosen and drop, I must blink long and hard to remain strength to push onwards.
I feel my person, dwindling along the borders of human and not human.
I cannot comprehend why I remain awake and aware at the haunting hours.
Perhaps, I am afraid.
Afraid of slumber? How can that be?
I'm fearful of attempting to slumber, it is a daunting, struggle to do so.
And, yet, when I finally do slumber, I am ashamed.
For I feel non-human for remaining awake at such haunting hours.
The clock winds down.
It is time for my search for slumber, hopefully I may be able to rest tonight.