022511e Least I Could Do Poem by Manonton Dalan

i covered my face with my hands
massage my forehead[ its softness
relaxing; it loosened knotty nerves
i traced curves, sockets, hairline
with a relief i'm still feeling fine
little bit sleepy but under control

yawning came as an unsolicited sign
while i'm rubbing my palms to warmness
wiggle my toes, stretch to full reach
just too weak to resist; sleep is coming
as my mind race to find to fill this gap
something beautiful to reach my mark