Unconscious

[carahmellow]

My eyes are stinging,
sleep will take me soon.

It's my choice to rest, I could stay awake
if I wanted to. Yet I'm tired, and there is
no use in fighting anymore

as I am dragged unconscious
across the forest floor.

I love a poem with a good impactful twist at the end... but I do think you could do more with this. It feels like a good idea, that isnt quite finished, but it could pack a bigger punch if you could expand on it a little bit.