Since when did sleep for me
Become a rare commodity?
It used to come so easily,
Just close your eyes and there
You were in the lands of z's
But it is no longer just a
Blink away anymore, rather
It is a closed door with no
Lock or key to get in
Whoever set up this cruel
Joke surely knows what they
Are doing and I curse them
And their name, whether it
Be a god or beast or human,
I despise that which restricts
Me from leaving to the
Land of Dreams, unless that
Unholy vermin is me and
All my thoughts and anxieties
That keep me awake?
Am I my own evil incarnate?
Or am I now incapable
Of truly falling asleep?
©️ theraventimes
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The Daily Struggle
PuisiThese are poems about my daily struggles that I deal with. If you relate to any, feel free to comment, vote, and follow me for more! I will be updating every day or two.
