For days
it has been going on
with seemingly no stop.
The days
drag on and on,
the only thing
separating each day from the next
that blaring noise from next to my head
as I wake up,
the sky still dark.
These days
I live
tired
and the skies are
grey
like
they are mourning for my loss
of sleep.
Sometimes
I wish it were true.
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A New Year of Poems
PoetryHere, I begin a new year of poetry. As usual, the poems will express what is happening to me, my emotions, and my thoughts. They will change as I change.
