during the day i dread dusk.
during dusk i crave dawn.
my soul sends down gulps of green tea and sunshine to fragments of sleep scattered inside my system and huge shards of glass to insomnia.
lullabies fill the air and sleep is begged.
eyes are closed yet it is too late.
sleeplessness and stupid thoughts have clogged my system.
and i go through it again and again everynight.
i am dreaming of the day where i finally get to dream.
i am dreaming of the day insomnia lets me go.
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
