Sleepless
in a room full of breathing
the inhales and exhales,
hot air pumping into the air,
I struggle to breathe
the fans blow,
rickety and squeaky,
sleep is hard to come by
and yet the others sharing this room
are off in Sandman’s arms
and here I am,
sleepless
in a hot room on an air mattress
listening to their breath
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Your poem is the embodiment of sleeplessness… Well done…
I can so relate!