wide blood shot eyes staring at a bright computer screen
it's a little bit past one o'clock in the morning
i should be in bed
that soft wonderful place
i swear beds could end wars
they're just that peaceful and unadulteratedly calm
but i can't sleep
i toss and turn
thoughts plague me
sweat breaks out upon my brow
my eyes are gaping pits
filled with sand
how long will this torture last?
i want to sleep
forever
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
