Why am I feeling tired?
When I haven't done anything.
I just lived, lying awake uninspired
like a lifeless human being.
Lying awake, staring at the ceiling.
It hurts to see the world move.
The time's ticking.
And I couldn't keep up with the worlds groove.
YOU ARE READING
Grave Of Her Thoughts
PoetryMy mouth can't tell what my brain speaks, and so i let my hand write the unspoken.
