Sleep Procrastination
A poem about induced sleep deprivation.

It’s this moment in the night, when I put my phone away and saunter in to a dimly lit room and unleash my aching fingers to dance atop a keyboard whispering my dreams, of words and thoughts, scattering in my mind, scattering throughout my veins, wishing to stop time. So I can write, despite a small respite- though this tired mind, just wants to sleep but sleeps too busy veiling itself behind soft sheets, and sunken pillows, I fluff and tuck so the feathers stay within the skin of the place I rest my head, for now — not now, never now. Oh, sleep is fool’s dream.
~~Feathertales~~






