Sleep
A rather lazy term
For a big action
Without sleep
You'd die from
Exhaustion
But how am I to sleep
When everyone
And everything
Is messed up
In some weird way
My mind is too busy
To be cleared of thought
For I've been thinking a lot
And when I think
My heart begins to sink
Because what I thought
And sought
To try to do something about it
Try to fix this
This problem
Try to move around it
The headaches start to surface
And then I lose sense and purpose
And I guess I know how I will die
Death by exhaustion
Because sleep is but a milestone
And I have run out of time
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Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
