The end of the day

Lie me here and tuck me in.
But I beg you, do not wake me.
Do not bring me round
When tomorrow comes.

Please. No mention of the morning.
Or what the day may hold.
For I will only be disappointed.

Let me be.
Let me sleep and hope,
That I will take the dream
I always said I would.

I am tired. So tired.
I wash. I dress. I eat. Then soil my clothes.
Forever in the company of others.

The end of the day is here,
The morning has lost its sheen,
And tomorrow is for others.

April 21

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