p r a y e r
( g o o d n i g h t )

now I lay me down to sleep
my eyelids droop dangerously low and
threaten the loss of consciousness

I pray the Lord my soul to keep
my hips rock back and forth and my toes
make circles around each other combating
the sleep dragging through my body

should I die before I wake
my breathing slows and I can feel the fear
rising from the pit of my stomach to the highest
peak of my throat and I fill with remorse wondering
what I’d leave if today was my last day

I pray the Lord my soul to take
my conscious thoughts slip away as I forget
what I was worried about and all my regrets
float down to where they don’t matter and finally,
at last, this day is done and I
am at peace

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