oh no
i've fallen into the trap again
i always stay up on my phone, all night, every night
"i'll sleep at 1, that's final" i said
then the clock strikes 2,
then 3,
then 4
then 5,
again and again
only will i sleep when i see the beam of light under the curtain
with the birds and chickens chirping, waking others to get up to a bright day
as the early morning replaces my evenings
YOU ARE READING
starlit mindscapes || poetry
Poetrywe stay still and rot in our beds at midnight, overthinking about the choices we could have done different. we spend too much of our time in our thoughts, paint landscapes with the brush of our brain, and write fairytales with the quill of our eyes...
