I threw this together a lot faster than a good portion of the scraps of rough poetry I’ve written. It’s almost lazy but I feel it works well enough. Just a simple thing that I threw together. It’s not fantastic; it’s just something that talks about the mundane and it does so in a mundane way.

I hope you enjoy.

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I feel a yawn
It wants to leave
I hold it in
To fight it off

If it leaves
It will suggest
That I need
To rest quite soon

This is not
What I want
So I ignore
The desire

It grows strong
And I grow weary
So before long
The yawn escapes