I just want to sleep.
The chair beckons and calls.
I simply want to sleep.
The chair awaits me patiently.
I wish to sleep.
The chair assures that I will.
A rest I've earned.
The chair agrees.
A rest deserved.
The chair agrees.
Please allow me to sleep.
The chair promises it will.
A sleep with dignity?
No.
A sleep in comfort?
No.
A sleep befitting a man who lives?
No.
A sleep befitting a man who dies?
No.
I will be forced to sleep.
In straps.
In cords.
In pain.
But, I will sleep.
That much the chair agrees.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Lackluster writing...bad writer.
PoesiaConfessional poems. These are how I feel about myself and the things around me. These poems mean a lot to me. I may not be a good writer but I wanted at least anonymously to share them.
