The one I long for most, I lose
Not love, not life, not happiness
But merely sleep
Rest for my aching body
My worn soul
Over-worked mind
It sometimes invades when I least expect it to
Usually in the middle of work
And abandons me when I am at my weakest
But I cannot summon it again
Once it is gone, it does not return until the moment I despise it
So, for the hours of black and white, I must punish myself for letting sleep slip away
For losing it to something as worthless as work
I must continue to work until sleep is ready to take me in willingly
And then, only then, after suffering through the consequences of exhaustion will I accept it back into my life
Goodnight
Sleep tight
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoesíaWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
