Nights are dark
Days are bright
I can't sleep
Whether dark or light.
Pills and drugs don't work.
It's not as if I don't want to sleep.
I badly badly do
I would do anything
For a good night's rest.
I dream of sleep, sweet bliss
And pray that I get to sleep.
At least for one night!
I feel drowsy, I feel tired.
But sleep eludes me, try as I might.
Thoughts images come screaming to me.
The moment I close my eyes.
And sweet bliss evades me
With voices from outside.
Peace, peace is what I need.
For a goodnight's sleep.
But the voices won't stop.
And the thoughts will feed
On my exhausted mind.
The poet is a tortured soul, I smirk
Might as well write a poem berserk.
But is this a poem?
A memoir? An epitaph?
No it is but a piece of trash.
Days are bright
I can't sleep
Whether dark or light.
Pills and drugs don't work.
It's not as if I don't want to sleep.
I badly badly do
I would do anything
For a good night's rest.
I dream of sleep, sweet bliss
And pray that I get to sleep.
At least for one night!
I feel drowsy, I feel tired.
But sleep eludes me, try as I might.
Thoughts images come screaming to me.
The moment I close my eyes.
And sweet bliss evades me
With voices from outside.
Peace, peace is what I need.
For a goodnight's sleep.
But the voices won't stop.
And the thoughts will feed
On my exhausted mind.
The poet is a tortured soul, I smirk
Might as well write a poem berserk.
But is this a poem?
A memoir? An epitaph?
No it is but a piece of trash.
3 comments:
haunting piece! Very eerie yet profound! Like! :)
Psyche!
wow...amazed at the simlicity and strangeness of the poem...wonderful!!!!!
:O you guys, I was high when I wrote this "poem".
thanks btw. :O
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