Every night
It seems the same
Sleep eludes
my tired frame
I try to rest
My weary eyes
For I've been up
since sunrise
I'm aching to
just fall asleep
but my ears
hear every creak
And so I lay
awake in bed
tomorrow's come
the day I dread.
And now the world
Is painted red.
3 comments:
Hmm, lack of sleep seems to be plaguing quite a few ppl lately.
Wow, wow, wow.
...and now the world is painted red. I wrote a poem about the color red. I wont give it all away but let's just say that red is the color that I dread.
I'm sure I'm not the only one.
I'm so sorry you're 'in the red'... It's always the day of dreading and the day it comes that's the worst. Hopefully it's the start of a new beginning with a new end and this time next month you'll be looking at white, and lines, and doubling numbers. b'hatzlocha.
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