Sleep Deprevation Poem by Joe Morris

Sleep Deprevation



The abyss of my mind swirls
Into a nonsensical mess
Far from empty but makes little sense

I can't think at all
No matter how hard I try
My brain starts to hurt

I need to sleep
Sleep very soon
10 hours minimum

Its no use, I'm an insomniac

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: insomnia
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was very tired
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joe Morris

Joe Morris

Thurrock, Essex, England,
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