Read It And Sleep

Click. 

Click.

Click.

As the subtle sounds of the phone's keyboard 

Click away to form a silent rhythm,

And as I write this very poem,

My eyes droop further, with the unexpectedly 

Melodic song played by the keyboard

And as my mind strays to every corner 

To look for better adjectives to write down,

It gets more tired, preparing to throw in the 

Towel

And I now decide to cut it short 

As my mom's voice sounds, calling me for sleep,

And my eyes fall to their last, before which 

One last peep,

Good night, poem, incomplete, imperfect, yet 

(in my opinion)

Neat.