Crap, I Can'T Sleep - Poem by TheSilent Loudness
Crap, I haven't slept for a minute all night.
It is now exactly 8 minutes before my dreaded alarm clock rings,
And I've yet to dream of flying and other wonderful things.
How terrible it is that tomorrow is the first day of routine,
To which I must enter through the doors just longing for some sleep.
Bags will undoubtedly be resting beneath my eyes.
People will ask, 'Are you sick? What's wrong? Are you dying? '
What's sad is that I won't even answer for I'll be too put out.
Stumbling about like I'm just learning to walk.
Tomorrow just had to be so important, maybe it's the nerves?
Is that why I'm awake?
Why do I feel as if I have just slept for hours, yet I haven't slept a wink...
Nothing makes sense, I feel so tiredly awake.
And I'm hearing things. And seeing things.
This is quite awful.
If there are any ways to reverse time and fall asleep for awhile, please give me a ring.
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