That Time of The Day

It’s that time of the day,
When I’m feeling all light headed.
My eyes seem to give up, aching for respite.

The words don’t seem intelligible.
The sounds became drones I can’t comprehend.
It drones on and on and on.
Until everything else persistently becomes dull.

I fight the tiredness that slowly flooded within,
The gray matter was willing.
But the flesh was not.

It’s that time of the day,
When all I could think of is prey,
The night to loom around the corner.

Envelope my entire body,
So the mind and heart could rest.

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