Being awake feels like I'm swimming through quicksand,
Sinking and sinking until I'm tugged down,
Slipping through the pinched hourglass waist and buried,
Suffocating in the waterfall of could haves and should dones raining on my head
Then flipped over again to be reburied.
Second by second,
Grain by grain,
Breath by breath I am wasting away, wasting time,
Trying to awake before I fall back asleep,
Before the sand I've brushed away crusts my eyes.
If you find the Sandman, tell him to wake me up before I sleep my life away.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the mood has struck or when I don't want to cry so I write or when I want to procrastinate other writing or because I just felt like it. Here you go.
