Melatonin

Drowsiness creeping into my eyes

Reaching up.

Pulling my eyelids down like curtains.

Blocking out the light.

Mind plummeting into darkness.

Hands growing weak.

Unable to fight anymore.

Paralysis slithering up my legs

Like a snake.

Head dropping

Softly

Into its final resting position.

This poem is about: 
Me

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