Tired
Sleep,
Or the lack of,
In a case
Such as this
It creeps on you
Like a running cup of spilt milk
I question
What the hell was I thinking?
It takes over
And laughs at you
While your head bobs
In the not so kind sunlight
I don’t understand
Why the withering branches of sleep
Can’t go entwine their corrupt roots
On someone else
He takes you
Boredom…
Eventually tearing away
Walls of consciousness
Simply taking over your day
And then when you go away
Good dreams either can be your
Best friend or worst enemy
Aaron
6 Comments to “Tired”
stefany (March 19, 2010 at 8:03 AM)
I agree i have bad dreams all the time thats why i can't sleep but in the end i love to sleep its my best hobbie
vosco (March 19, 2010 at 9:17 AM)
this applies to me a lot thank you aaron
Maryssa (March 26, 2010 at 8:13 AM)
Aaron, sleep is something I love to do very much, but when you have alot on your mind or you're stressed, I understand how hard it is to sleep or have those worried eyes shut. Great poem dude!
Casey (April 16, 2010 at 7:48 AM)
You are right about sleeping for sure. It's a good poem.
Kesha (April 16, 2010 at 10:18 AM)
Wow i can really relate. A lot of the time I feel like I am just trapped and am in a black hole of nothing. I hate times like that. I think you can make a difference in the world just keep moving forward.
-Kesha
Gordon (April 16, 2010 at 10:46 AM)
I totally know how that feels. Of course, you know all about that, don't you, Aaron. I'm always really tired in the morning.
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