Almost Comatose Poem by ash cummins

Almost Comatose



Make it stop!
That rumbling, droning voice,
Which makes my eyes so heavy.
My head starts nodding...
Closer and closer,
My nose nearly touches the desk!
Any longer and I'll be hitting it.
That should wake me up at least
...Might get me out of here too...
_______________________
________________OUCH!
I'm awake now.

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