Dark purple circles sat beneath her grey eyes,
she couldn't keep her eyes open though,
even as she sat with her coworkers.
She rest her unkempt hair against her hand,
her nails poorly painted and chipped,
she couldn't be bothered.
She wanted to leave,
she could hear words leaving the mouth of her coworkers,
but she didn't care.
She would rather be asleep, but that wouldn't happen.
No matter how many pills,
how much tea,
how much lavender,
chamomile,
or juniper she had.
She would never sleep.
She could try,
but she would just toss and turn.
The circles would get darker,
and she couldn't count sheep.
For one thing she was promised,
she would never sleep.
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Seven Deadly Sins Poem
PoetrySeven Poems, each about one of the seven deadly sins, without using the word of their sins, or related words (ie. no rage to describe Wrath). Enjoy my writing challenge for myself.
