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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #259 Siren


Sleep calls to me

its voice akin to the ancient sirens

calling me to bed.

Like the sailors of old

I have developed a tool to keep its allure at bay.

They used wax to dull the sound and sharpen their wit

I use coffee to drown the call as well.

But on some days, the sirens sing louder than wax,

the call of sleep becomes a little stronger.

On those days, I like the legendary sailors before me

will keep my eyes on the destination ahead

when I reach the end, I can rest,

till then, I'll find the strength to resist

and sail on into the future.

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