Goodnight Poem-17 I find Nothing special tonight, Except some gloomy mist. My writing fingers are aching, And aching moving wrist. I do need some treatment, Or a light twist To lessen my stress, To free me from syst. Altogether feeling heavy, Full of conflicts, Let me sleep my dear now; My body insists. Goodnight! Goodnight Poem-17 I find Nothing special tonight, Except some gloomy mist. My writing fingers are aching, And aching moving wrist. I do need some treatment, Or a light twist
