5 a.m.
Never to bed.
Sleep didn't visit tonight.
Just another restless fight.
Filling the time with nonsense.
Caught between the day and night fence.
Deep cirles.
Hollow.
Cringe for the lack of nothing.
At the lack of unbeing.
Wishing for it's simple complicity.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
