I sit here tired
Without an ounce of sleep
Feeling like my brain is no longer wired
I don't make a peep
Everything is quiet
But I just don't buy it
I sit here not asleep
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Original Poems
PoesiaThis will be a book of short poems all original by me. I hope you enjoy.
without sleep 12/1/2020 4:14am
I sit here tired
Without an ounce of sleep
Feeling like my brain is no longer wired
I don't make a peep
Everything is quiet
But I just don't buy it
I sit here not asleep
