my body aches
my mind itches
my soul is hurting
&
my brains can't shut off.
i toss and turn
around and around
but it would not do.
the sleep will not come.
eyes shut tightly
irregular breaths escape
passed dry lips
eyes open but
the darkness
makes the whole thing
impossible
so i just
am
waiting for the sun to rise
again
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poésiei could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
