there is sleep tugging
at my eyelids
i can feel it when
it lies under my
eyes in the form of
bags,
i can feel it
when it is
stapled into the
inside of my eyelids
but i still cannot
seem to catch it
i can feel it when i
blink and can't open
my eyes out of
tiredness,
but i cannot keep
them closed because of the
Wicked hellfire that lays upon them
When i try,
So still, i cannot sleep
i cannot sleep
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poems at 3am
Poetrypoems i write at 3 am, during breakdowns and/or hard times contains triggering content
