I should be asleep
But I'm tired of counting sheep
I want my worries to go away
But it's just a vary
I stayed up for hours
During these thundershowers
But eventually my thoughts
Began to rot
Hours pass
Minutes pass
Days pass
Maybe even months
It's the same scenario
It runs in my head like a stereo
It haunts me
To the point if no sleep
I wait
But just like bait
I'm a target
For the black market
I couldn't even trust
Eventually it just went to dust
I felt stiff as rust
But it was pure lust.
A/N- Thoughts? Hope you are enjoying my book, make sure you enter the 'Poetry Slam' to have your own poems in my book. Make sure to vote, comment and share.-Jenn🍟
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ŞiirIt's hard to express emotion when you dont actually know how to put it in words. Poetry is a form of communication with the emotions we cant seen to express
