Heavy eyed

I looked at something I had written,
should I edit?
but once bitten why try?

Failing under my own weight
the letters like tides abate
I am incognito,

but acknowledging
that I am him and he
is me and we are on the
same journey
a part of the journey.

I’m turning in
and not into an old grouch.

bed beckons
it’s been a long day,
it’s only been
twenty-four hours
but that’s a long way.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.