Sleepless
A Poem
Can’t sleep
Oh what a fright
To be up in the middle of the night
Without the slightest tingling
A little sensation
Of sleepiness
Oh, how I miss the days
Of instantly hitting the hay
But now everyday
The Sandman drifts further away
What am I going to do tomorrow
How will I get through my day?
What is wrong with this place
I can’t wait to get away
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Comments (4)
"But now everyday The Sandman drifts further away." How true. Let me know if you ever catch him.
Good poem!!
I feel your pain.
Relatable. 🖤