I refuse to shut my eyes.
The night before
Heavy rains pelted
On our makeshift roof
Tattered and peppered with holes.
I was too weak to stand up
And save the roof from caving in,
Leaving us soaked
And shivering in the cold.
But tonight my eyelids are extraordinarily heavy,
Though I refuse to shut my eyes
The flicker from the gas lamp
Seems to move away
Farther and farther
Until it faded from view.
And now I had to concede…
I cannot refuse sleep anymore.
