They say sleep is the cousin of death,
Maybe that's why I don't get enough,
Living so hard I don't have time for either,
I want to relax but I can't take a breather,
Late nights, dirty diapers and milk,
Drained and defeated is all that I feel,
Even small tasks feel like running up hill If you don't give yourself time to heal,
I work hard, trying to get ahead,
I write one and than I'm writing the next,
Sleep try's to cuff me but I'm fighting a rest,
I will not quite until I've finished the task,
Another day spent taking care of the kids,
Lot of late nights chasing dreams that I have,
Lot of deep water that I'm pedaling in,
But I'll wake up tomorrow and do it again.
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Know It's Me: Poetry
PoetryThis will be an ongoing collection of poetry. A gathering of thoughts on paper for the world to see. A glimpse into a mind that is always creating. The internal struggle of a mind that's debating. 🥇Ranked #1 in #Wordplay (8/10/2022)🥇 🥉Ranked #3...
