Sleep. Close eyes. Don’t think. Close eyes. Count perhaps.
Count seconds. Count the rattle of wheels on tracks.
Sleep. Eyes closed. Night come to close. Thoughts collapse.
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Such a lovely poem written with fine rhyme and diction...nice alliteration and assonance of words also...well done! ! !