Succumb To Slumber Poem by Laura Milner

As dust settles in our eyes, my acidic tongue awakens.
A blackened sprout-like enemy,
it attempts to turn me blind.

As you succumb to sleep, my consciousness begins to shame me;
a blanket so heavy I wish for suffocation.
I cannot bear to sleep with a lead-heavy head.

A pillow, however plush,
could perish underneath my burning temple.
A strained, springless mattress ridden with unease.
I wish that I could join you in slumber.