Treasure Island

Evan Wilson


Need Some Sleep


Today is here again
Up all night
#*%k me
Why do this to myself
Why do I care
See the light
See the time
Up all night
Why why why
Three nights up
Three nights strong
Three nights gone
Three nights long
Maybe tonight the world will be gone
One more night I'll be all alone
Body tired body hurts
One more night gone for sure
Eyes are heavy
Eyes are week
Maybe tonight I'll get some sleep
Maybe tonight I won't wipe

(8/16/11)

Submitted: Tuesday, August 16, 2011

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  • Romeo Della Valle (8/16/2011 10:29:00 PM)

    Impressive! A well penned and poignant write that clearly shows that poetry runs in your blood! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with your talented poetic writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ... Have a nice sleep my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (8/16/2011 12:05:00 PM)

    HMmmm guess you really need sleep then you will change some lines

    Why why why
    Three nights up
    Three nights strong
    Three nights gone
    Three nights long
    but forth night different zone
    rest free and strong back to bone
    I need some sleep, i want back home
    Now Now Now...Hahaha joking! Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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