I am so tired and I don't know what to do.
Supressing this desire I have is really making me blue.
Lack of sleep is definately killing me.
Wow, you can tell that I'm a walking zombie.My eyes are droopy and look like I haven't slept in days.
I can't concentrate on things and I can't work in these type of ways.
Time, hurry up and pass so that I can can go home soon.
For my lovely bed and pillow I want to have time with under the beautiful moon.I feel like I can't hold on any longer
But I ask for strength dear Lord, please let me be stronger.
The entrance is closing before its allotted time.
Oh, precious sleep why can't you be mine?I yearn and I crave for you,
But still you are being difficult. Why won't you come through?
Sleep, it is you I am longing to meet.
But when I finally have you, I know you will be very sweet.
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The Open Canvas [Poetry]
PoetryThe canvas is now open It is saturated with the remnants of my emotions and thoughts The canvas is englufed with the flames that burns throughout my mind Leaving the ashes behind The ashes that have now been used to paint the words left unsaid Some...