My stomach grumbles, my eyes ache.
I blink three times to stay awake,
my back creaks and my bones complain-
outside in the street, I watch the rain.
I'm cold, I have goosebumps, I long for sleep,
What I want to be doing is counting sheep,
But I never notice the ache in my marrow.
I don't think about the pain of tomorrow.
My eyes focus on what is before me,
For thinking of those things will do nothing but bore me.
I hold on tight to my lover's hand,
Don't dwell on those things for as long as I can.
YOU ARE READING
The View From Above
PoetryThis is a book full of feelings. maybe they aren't my feelings, maybe sometimes they are. If you read it, try to relate to the feelings being portrayed. We'll see what happens.
