My eyelids flicker open.
Limbs weak and warm and heavy.
I feel worse for sleeping.
And let my eyelids slowly shut again.
I lie in a mess of sheets and crumpled blankets.
Pillows and pyjamas strewn across the floor,
In the cold, depressing half-light of another pointless Thursday.
As I hear my alarm go off, beeping obnoxiously,
Screaming chores and responsibilities in my ears.
I lie in bed until it finishes.
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
