As I break away from one last scroll
Where I dig myself deeper in this steep hole
I realized it's one of these kinds of nights
I look above, see no form of lights
I don't know what to think, what to do, what to feel
Can't determine what's fantasy and what's real
All around in the dark, I toss and turn
The sleep I need, I long for, I yearn
Overlooking the actions I've done during the day
Lots of productivity done, yet to my dismay
During the night I'm different, must I say
Play with my friends, myself, play play play
I sit, I lay, I pretend myself to sleep
What should I do. Play? Watch? Weep?
There's nothing in the dark I can do but overthink
Over think over thoughts that I can't sleep a wink
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Messy Memories
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems I made during quarantine. I didn't make a lot so don't expect much lol
